(Andrew G Holden)

Thomas GT

APRIL  2025

Paul William

All Roads Lead You Home

Reveries

My homage to John Frusciante. Need to record the vocals!

Ode To John (no vocals)

Billie Eilish's song "What was i made for" Darkified!
Vocals by Astrid Solvrid

Lyrics:
I used to float, now I just fall down
I used to know, but I'm not sure now
What I was made for
What was I made for?

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal
Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real
Just somethin' you paid for
What was I made for?

'Cause I, I
I don't know how to feel
But I wanna try
I don't know how to feel
But someday, I might
Someday, I might

Mm, mm, ah
Mm, mm, mm

When did it end? All the enjoyment
I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend
It's not what he's made for
What was I made for?

'Cause I, 'cause I
I don't know how to feel
But I wanna try
I don't know how to feel
But someday, I might
Someday, I might

Think I forgot how to be happy
Somethin' I'm not, but somethin' I can be
Somethin' I wait for
Somethin' I'm made for
Somethin' I'm made for

I Used To Float 2024

got back together in middle of November .AHH. made it through a couple of months. 'yeah?'
 it all fell through now what do I do. 'oh no!'
homeless again, now hear what I'm saying what the f*** am I going to do?
two kids under two and another one due. take a look Andrew, learn what you gotta do. 
go back together in middle of November made it through a couple of months. broke up in February found out January she was pregnant again. 
rewind a couple weeks, when she said to take a beat. Kicked out of my own house.
 need a place of own a place to call home for three kids in time plus I. 
 everything she promised it was all pointless as I'm "so paranoid" Fuckin more than annoyed as I've just been toyed.. over and over again, says it's all my head just more disappointment I'm fed even when your face is dark red. 
I know what to do so cheers to fuck you heres to my future and more.

in November

Inclus dans l'album : "La Fabrique de Marque", du groupe LA MARQUE.
©️ Copyright
2016-2017
Conception réalisation Pochette Pola S.
Co Compositeur : La Marque (Marc S.)

Vie Anterieure - Past life -

We are pleased to present track 7 from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven


Haunting One Seven

A Deity Looks After Me

Black Dark Humor is a sad poem about the routine of life in a big city like São Paulo. A difficult day in the life of an ordinary Paulistano, facing work and dealing with the chaos of the city. A day when the earth stood still.

Black Dark Humor
Close the door, turn off the light;
The dream has just begun...
Another blinding day of heat,
And burning flames...
Last month hasn’t ended yet;
Time is just a shadow...
Through these hazy days, I agonize,
Then beg for mercy...

Have some pity on me;
I’m both devout and crude.
Sentenced to twenty years
In the penitentiary of boredom...
Now and then I try, at last,
To sigh without a thought...
To drown my feelings deep inside,
Then take off and fly.

It’s six o’clock, the morning’s here,
Yet the rooster never crows...
But my stern, responsible self
Shakes me up to rise again.
The bell tolls, I hide the sky,
A sky that bears no light...
The world still turns, yet somehow,
It stopped spinning for me...

Black Dark Humor (Negro Humor Negro)

Falling

FOOL (in studio)

“Addicted to You” is a song about intense love and obsession, where you feel completely consumed by your feelings for someone. The lyrics convey a sense of longing, passion, and dependency, as if the love is a powerful addiction you can’t escape. The melody enhances the emotional intensity, blending desire with vulnerability. It’s a song that captures the overwhelming and sometimes uncontrollable nature of love, where the line between pleasure and pain becomes blurred.

Addicted to you

“Fight for Your Right” is a rebellious anthem about standing up for freedom and having fun despite rules and restrictions. The lyrics celebrate youth, defiance, and the right to enjoy life. With an energetic beat and bold attitude, the song inspires listeners to break free and live on their terms.

Fight for your right

MY MOTHER -  Created and sung by myself Rosette Cribben, ©️ 2024 All Copyrights Reserved by RM Cribben 

Spring is here already, and it’s Mothering Sunday. Mothers Day is here  in the UK. On the 30 March 2025. I created this song for my Mother, for MOTHER’s DAY.  For all the mothers out there. This song represents our mothers, what they all do for us in their life time. This song is a dedication to mine, and to yours. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY❤️🎶🎶 You can listen on my Soundcloud music account here is the link

https://soundcloud.com/user808624636

My Mother

You think I'm being mean I just like punctuality that's honestly the truth the reality. Jester you are a hilarious joke while you go about chasing your best friends bloke. Sick in the head. 
You take the piss with you,  ignorance is bliss. I say things how they is and that wakes a fury in you and you ignite. (Combustible disposable.)
You say your done.(I wish)  Done again, done with me. truth is I wish you were done a while ago and left me alone instead of sending kisses and implying false hope where there is none, kids notice when your late and then you give me shit assuming I said it to them that (mummy's been ages)  instead of asking or taking a minute to ask me or simply reflect on yourself and ask or see I said nothing... They notice.  They notice everything and miss nothing.
My part of daddying is
Affectionate love instead of love being bought. No material things or eye bling. there's no competition just pure affection from me. You were with me 5 years id think you would know this if you said you know me instead of blame shifting and humiliating me. Your sanity is unsanatery and it's toxic keep it to yourself and away from my pure heart for I gave everything as you tore me apart.

Torn Apart

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Experimental hindi Techno, rave, synth-pop, electro
dance-pop,hindi singing hindi indian electro chiptune
hands up hindi vocals electro house synthwave eurobreak  abstrakt dubstep 
electro house hard trance


Lyrics:

Beta! Tumne phir se haath nahi dhoye?
Pehle haath dho, phir pyaar ka kya kaam!

Sadak pe khana tha, dil tha milan,
Lekin aunty ne dekha, haath the gande!
Zemandan ka pyaar tha, chutney ke andar,
Lekin aunty ne kaha, Haath dholo beta!

Haath dholo beta, haath dholo!
Pyaar se pehle, haath dholo!
In Zemandan’s name, wash your hands!

Pakode khaye the, samose bhi the,
Lekin aunty ne roka, "Haath dho!"
Tere haath mein kya tha, beta, bimari ya khana?
Sadak ka khana, bas dard hai, pyaar nahi!

Jab tak haath saaf nahi...
...dil bhi saaf nahi!

Haath dholo beta, haath dholo!
Pyaar se pehle, haath dholo!
In Zemandan’s name, wash your hands!

Prem tha ganda, par haath the saaf,
Zemandan ne kaha, "Ab sab kuch saaf ho gaya!"

Jab tak haath saaf nahi honge,
Tab tak pyaar sachcha nahi hoga!

Haath dholo beta, haath dholo!
Zemandan ke naam pe, haath dholo!

English Lyrics:

Son! Haven’t you washed your hands again?

Wash your hands first, what’s the point of love otherwise!

You ate food on the street, your heart longed to meet,

But aunty saw, your hands were dirty!

Love was in the sauce, hidden in the chutney,

But aunty said, “Wash your hands, beta!”

Wash your hands, son, wash your hands!

Before love, wash your hands!

In Zemandan’s name, wash your hands!

You ate pakoras, and samosas too,

But aunty stopped you, “Wash your hands!”

What was in your hands, beta, disease or food?

Street food brings only pain, not love!

Until your hands are clean…

…your heart won’t be clean either!

Wash your hands, son, wash your hands!

Before love, wash your hands!

In Zemandan’s name, wash your hands!

The love was dirty, but the hands were clean,

Zemandan said, “Now everything is clean!”

Until your hands are clean,

True love won’t be yours!

Wash your hands, son, wash your hands!

In Zemandan’s name, wash your hands!

अपने हाथ धोइए - Wash Your Hands!

United We Stand Together.mp3

Happy Easter..for sure thank you much...
Easter Thunder Cowboy Rap by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
"The weathervane’s hymn cuts through August haze,
A rusted compass pointing where the old ways graze—
These stalks keep time with granddad’s almanac,
But the soil’s gone quiet, bargaining with tractors’ backtalk."
Daddy taught me debt in the language of crows—
One for the mortgage, two for the rows that won’t grow.
We’d mend fence wire with blistered defiance,
While Momma hummed Psalms to the silent defiance
Of jars lining shelves, peaches bleeding syrup like years,
Her apron pockets heavy with unshed tears.
I’d chart futures in the grain silo’s dust,
Hide from hail storms in its ribcage of rust,
Too young to know iron’s kiss on the tongue
Was prophecy, not poetry, for the unsung.
Oh, the earth keeps a ledger under its nails,
Thunder’s fine print in the drought’s courtroom tales.
We signed our names in pesticide veins,
Let combines rewrite what the almanac claims.
But the crows still bargain, three seeds for a lie—
“Stay hungry,” they croak, “or learn how to fly.”
You came home with contracts and a corporate smile,
Said “Progress tastes sweeter when you starve awhile.”
Momma’s preserves shattered like census records,
Daddy’s fists clenched around phantom harvests.
I found you at dawn by the dry irrigation ditch,
Your shadow a scarecrow stripped of its stitch.
You muttered “Soybeans pay better than ghosts,”
Left your childhood boots as roadside boasts.
Now the mailbox coughs up subpoenas in spring,
The fields a chessboard where pawns eat kings.
I stole midnight’s ink to tally the cost—
What’s lost to rust can’t be sold to frost.
Let the auctioneer chant his heartland’s rant,
I’ll sow wild clover where their concrete can’t.
The crows brought me crowdfunded rain,
Trading viral storms for the right to remain.
I hybridize memories with heirloom grit,
Streamline the plow but let the dandelions commit.
Momma bakes rage into sourdough starters,
Daddy’s ghost debugged the John Deere’s martyrs.
We host agritourists in the barn’s new guise—
Instagram widows paying to romanticize
The “authentic decay” of our hollowed-out home,
While I code drip systems from granddad’s loam.
The crows judge all, but cut me a deal:
“Keep one acre wild, and we’ll kneel to no reel.”
The weathervane’s still singing off-key,
True north buried where the wild chicory
Breaks through the GPS-straightened rows—
A rebel bloom the spreadsheet doesn’t know.
The crows tally interest, but the land’s reply?
“Debt’s just a season… and seasons die.”

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All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Thunder Cowboy Rap by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The Things We Do for Love is a pop song about the sacrifices and challenges people face in relationships. With catchy melodies and thoughtful lyrics, it highlights both the joy and pain of love. The song captures how far we’re willing to go to keep love alive, despite difficulties.

The things we do for love

Call out for help, got a bit of a problem
Cracking up under my foot begun to leak
I see rust coming through, been here a while
Water is about to flood us out

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

A tension break, or run aground, getting worse
Keep getting worse since it was found
Pressure seem to continue building
Could be a major break at hand

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

All hands on deck
We’re taking an ocean of water

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

All hands on deck
We’re taking an ocean of water

No time for discussion
Let’s get this resolved
There’s always a solution 

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right


FOOL (in studio)

A Girl From Wonder