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Energy Dance

what-is-yours

Lonely Day Lullaby

Tied-up lucky
She's got a handprint on her neck
Married suitcase bound for Sydney
Fire in her head
I'm a better man dead

Cash-out tourist
Spent her the day she swore us
The heat invades
A church bell waved
Pots and pan serenade
A plughole in my brain

So we fitted like a hand to a wrist
Your V8 motor for a ring that fit
The devil's in the detail
And he's spinning his twist
You throttle on the rope
And I can feel the burn
And ooooh he's in that office
Doesn't know she's gone
And running and running
And ooooh she's got a hold of me
Pull me to the ground
Right back where it started

So we got it wrong
Interesting family
I learned to deafen my ears
Fill my journal with notes
And please tie not to inflame the incident

Turn the page
It was the handprint story again
Less applied to myth
A living and breathing animal
But I couldn't raise my hand to call foul

So we fitted like a hand to a wrist
Your V8 motor for a ring that fit
The devil's in the detail
And he's spinning his twist
You throttle on the rope
And I can feel the burn
And ooooh he's in that office
Doesn't know she's gone
And running and running
And ooooh she's got a hold of me
Pull me to the ground
Right back where it started

Rope Burns

Wrong Heart

I can touch the sunset...
The Denim Chronicles by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Faded blue with frayed old seams
Worn through miles in my jeans
From road trips to concert scenes
Stitched up memories in between
Grass stains from festival fields
Muddy boots from weapon yields
Woodstock warrior signed and sealed
All those moments slowly healed
But time it's got its way
Chasing youth no slow delay
Jeans like stories in decay
Gotta let them go today
Pockets full of ticket stubs
Bar naps and forgotten loves
Denim tales from Mississippi clubs
Vintage threads that fit like gloves
Tears of laughter worn in pride
We faced the storms and wild rides
Frayed medicine for broken tides
Lived those moments side by side
But time it's got its way
Chasing youth no slow delay
Jeans like stories in decay
Gotta let them go today

The Denim Chronicles by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Echoes in an Unwritten Labyrinth by Hot Cookie

[Verse 1]
I built this maze with hands I barely know,
Each brick a question, every turn a slow unravel.
The air hums static, thick with what I owe,
To versions of myself I couldn’t travel.
The walls are paper-thin, but still they hold,
A thousand stories etched in fading gold.

[Chorus]
I’m the builder, the ghost, the tangled thread,
A storm of whispers turning in my head.
Every corner bends, a deeper shade of red,
I’m chasing silence, but it’s louder instead.

[Verse 2]
I painted constellations on the floor,
But they dissolved beneath the weight of time.
The door I locked is rattling once more,
A rhythm I can’t place, a broken rhyme.
I hear the hum of engines I can’t name,
A symphony of loss I can’t reclaim.

[Chorus]
I’m the builder, the ghost, the tangled thread,
A storm of whispers turning in my head.
Every corner bends, a deeper shade of red,
I’m chasing silence, but it’s louder instead.

[Bridge]
The spiral tightens, but I see the crack,
A sliver of the world I’m coming back.
The weight begins to lift, the shadows thin,
A fragile light I’m learning to let in.
The storm still turns, but now it feels like home,
A quiet revolution in my bones.

[Verse 3]
I walk the maze, but now I feel the ground,
The walls are shifting, softer now, unbound.
The echoes fade, replaced by something new,
A melody I’m finally moving through.
The labyrinth dissolves, the air turns clear,
And in the stillness, I can finally hear.

[Outro]
I’m the builder, the ghost, but now I’m free,
A storm of whispers turning into me.
Every corner bends, but now I see it true,
I’m chasing silence, and it leads me to you.

I’m chasing silence, and it
 leads... me... to... you...( leads... me... to... you..)...

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Echoes in an Unwritten Labyrinth by Hot Cookie

This is the counterpart of our piece Last Paddle.  More introspective, and moving in nature.

LAST PADDLE (unplugged)

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