Chrome doesn’t lie when the sun hits just right.
Grease stains carry stories no preacher could preach.
Leather grips tighter when the road turns mean.
Throttle speaks louder than most men ever do.
Chain hums like a hymn when the gears catch clean.
Motor don’t judge—it just moves.
Steel forgives what flesh remembers.
Faith ain’t found in pews—it’s welded into the frame.
Belief don’t need a book when the engine’s warm.
Salvation don’t wear robes—it wears road dust.
Motor and chain, heart and vein.
Ride through fire, ride through rain.
Trust in steel, trust in speed.
Faith ain’t words—it’s what you bleed.
Motor and chain, soul and flame.
Every mile calls your name.
Smoke rises from the past like a warning.
Mirrors show ghosts that never blink.
Gasoline smells like freedom when the tank’s full.
Tires grip truth tighter than memory.
Wind carries prayers no one hears but the road.
Helmet hides the tears that never fell.
Kickstand holds more weight than most promises.
Chain don’t break unless you forget to believe.
Every bolt holds a reason.
each dent tells a truth.
Every ride rewrites the story.
each mile is proof.
Sunset paints the scars gold.
Highway hums like a choir of sinners.
Motor sings louder than regret.
Chain pulls forward when nothing else will.
Faith don’t ask for permission—it just rides.
Brotherhood lives in the echo of the pipes.
Hope rides pillion with grit.
Motor and chain never let go.
Motor and chain, heart and vein.
Ride through fire, ride through rain.
Trust in steel, trust in speed.
Faith ain’t words—it’s what you bleed.
Motor and chain, soul and flame.
Every mile calls your name.
Some pray with hands.
Some pray with throttle.
I just ride.
That’s my gospel.
[bass guitar riff}
I just ride.  I just ride.  I just ride.
 just ride...... ride....... ride.
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Motor and Chain  Rusty Marshall Band

I am a music passionate and also Analyst. Infuriatingly humble alcohol lover. Food fanatic. Friendly beer evangelist. Travel enthusiast. Creator.

Multi-genre composer. Mostly old school, but lately some with ML. Influenced by Beethoven to Queen. Retired Radar/EW System Engineer. Hope you enjoy! LINK TO MY REPOSTS:

Songwriter / AI original songs
All music and words copyrighted

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Motor and Chain Rusty Marshall Band

Edwin Balder