Too many last rides have carved their names into the wind.
Colors carried beside me weren’t just patches—they were friends.
The line runs long when the road remembers your name.
Air feels thin when the silence starts to speak again
Riding through places we once called home feels like trespassing.
but today...
I take this road with others who know the loss that rides this way
The road remembers even when the world forgets the cost
and today brother.... I'm .. totaly.. ...fucking ....lost...
Lost another brother to a night that came too fast.
Lost another life to a map that never warned us last
Lost another friendship that used to keep me right.
He came before his time and left in the dark night.
No one saw it coming, but the road did.
No going back when the throttle’s to the grave.
No going back when the echo fades.
no going back on the wrong turns you made
no going back...no going back....no going back.
No going back, no second track.
The road runs forward, never back
Lost in the dust, lost in the black.
Brotherhood bonds when fate attacks.
No going back, no final bow
Just this ride,  just this ride.. for... now
Time don’t heal—it just hides the bruise.
Names don’t fade—they just lose their use.
Love don’t die—it just changes form.
The road don’t lie—it just gets re-born
He wore his scars like scripture and rode like a hymn.
He never asked for mercy, only miles.
He taught me that silence was sacred to him
He left me with a bike, a memory of smiles
I ride now with ghosts who never needed headlights.
I ride now with stories that never end clean.
I ride now because stopping would mean forgetting.
and thats not what being.. a brother... means....
No going back, no second track.
The road runs forward, never back
Lost in the dust, lost in the black.
Brotherhood breaks when fate attacks.
No going back, no final bow
Just this ride,  just this ride.. for... now
He kept me upright when the world leaned wrong.
He gave me the ride.
I gave him... this song...

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No Going Back  Rusty Marshall Band

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My Musical Journey – Thomas GT

I was born in the 1960s and grew up with music flowing through my veins. From an early age, rock was more than just sound—it was a way of life. At 12 years old, I picked up my first guitar, inspired by the roaring energy of the rock scene—bands like KISS, Judas Priest, Saxon, and Iron Maiden lit the fire in my soul.

Through the years that followed, I played in several bands, living for the thrill of the stage and the camaraderie of creating music together. Those were unforgettable days—loud, passionate, and full of life.

At 28, my life took a new turn when I became a father. My focus shifted entirely to raising my children and caring for my dear family, and music quietly moved to the background. The guitars gathered dust, but the melodies never truly left my heart.

Now, at 60, that spark has reignited. The passion is back—but the hands don’t quite move like they used to. Thankfully, modern text-based music technology (AI) has opened a whole new door. Through it, I can craft music with words, bringing my feelings, my lyric and my ideas to life in ways I never thought possible.

Today, my inspirations have evolved—artists like Peter Cetera, Dayseeker, and Wind Walkers now shape the sound and emotion of my work. For me, this is more than just making music again—it’s finding my voice after all these years, and finally sharing the emotions I once kept inside.

All of my songs are created as demos—sketches of ideas meant to capture and express the emotions I carry, and have carried, throughout my life. They are my way of painting feelings in sound, of telling stories that my words alone cannot hold.

My greatest wish is for real musicians to one day perform and interpret these songs, breathing their own life and artistry into my stories. To hear my lyric/music brought to life in that way would be the proudest moment of my life.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for taking the time to read my story.

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

No Going Back Rusty Marshall Band

Edwin Balder