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This debut LP from The Rusty Marshell Band doesn’t knock — it kicks the damn door in. Fueled by busted knuckles, backroad gospel, and guitars that sound like they’ve been through war, this record is a full-throttle sermon for the broken and the brave. It’s outlaw rock with a soul — where every lyric bleeds truth, every solo howls like a midnight engine, and every track rides shotgun with the ghosts of the past. If you’ve ever lit a cigarette off a tailpipe, buried a brother, or found God in distortion, this album’s already part of your story. The Rusty Marchell Band ain’t chasing trends — they’re chasing thunder.

Rusty Marshall Band⚡ Chasing Thunder⚡

My Shit 3

From Under The Cork Tree

Sugar, We're Goin Down

Tribute to Randy Rhoads R.I.P - 
Mr. Crowley é uma canção do cantor britânico Ozzy Osbourne criticando o ocultista inglês Aleister Crowley, lançada no álbum Blizzard of Ozz, de 1980. É a segunda canção deste primeiro álbum solo deste artista depois da sua separação da banda Black Sabbath. Atingiu o 46 lugar nas tabelas musicais inglesas.

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Ozzy Osbourne - Mr Crowley

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Tabula Rasa

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Curol’s remix of Milango by Dan Bay (DE) and Nes Mburu (Kenya) brings her signature Afro House style to the track, infusing it with vibrant Brazilian percussion and infectious grooves. Known for her genre-defining sound and boundary-pushing performances, Curol's remix elevates Milango to a new level, offering a fresh, dynamic energy that reflects her international success and unique musical vision. This collaboration perfectly blends African and Brazilian rhythms, embodying the global appeal of Curol's artistry.

Curol Recent highlights:
- Performed at major global festivals like Tomorrowland, Rock in Rio, Lollapalooza, and Universo Paralello.
- First Brazilian woman to release on All Day I Dream and achieved #1 spot on Beatport’s Organic House chart.
- Over 6 million Spotify streams, with her tracks featured in major playlists like Dance Rising and Fresh Finds Dance.
- Recognized on 1001Tracklists' The Future of Dance list for four consecutive years (2021-2024).
- Invited as the first Brazilian artist to perform on the iconic BBC Radio 1 Soundsystem show.
- Headlined shows in Europe, North America, and South America, including iconic performances in Ibiza and Tulum.

Dan Bay & Nes Mburu - Milango (Curol Remix) [Out 28th March]

Kiss Me

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Cover of Iron Maiden's song The Wicker Man performed by Wasteland Rocks.

Iron Maiden - The Wicker Man

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Right Here, Right Now (Rose Caviar Edit)

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Melody (For Space Lovers) (Extended Mix)

Hard rock album the last two tracks are a tribute to Ozzy and Randy Rhodes

Oh Randy (Tribute to Randy Rhoads)

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

I met her in a diner off the highway where the coffee tasted like rust.
She smiled like she hadn’t been warned about men like me.
I told her I was just passing through, but I stayed long enough to memorize her laugh.
She asked about my scars and I lied like a gentleman.
We danced in a parking lot with no music, just the hum of her hope.
She said I felt like home—I said nothing and held her tighter.
I knew then I’d have to break her heart before the world did.
You don’t know what could catch us from my past,
and I won’t let you live in a story that ends with sirens.
I’ve seen good women lose everything trying to love a man who couldn’t stay.
I’ve buried friends who thought they could outrun their ghosts.
I’ve watched dreams burn because someone believed in me too much.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
but I won’t let that love become a wound you carry.
I’m not the man for main street dreams—I’m the one they whisper about when the lights go out.
I’ve got to go, (got to go), got to go.
Outlaw’s love never ends slow.
It breaks like glass and leaves no trace.
It hurts the heart and scars the face.
You deserve a life that lasts,
not one that’s built to crash.
I love you more than I can show,
but I’ve got to go, (got to go), got to go.
 slept in motels where the walls told secrets.
 made deals with men who don’t blink.
 driven through towns where my name was a warning.
kissed women who thought they could fix me and left before they tried.
 never stayed long enough to see spring bloom.
 never promised anything I couldn’t outrun.
I’ve never let anyone see the whole  damage I'v been through....
Until you............(Until you).....
You made me wish I was different.
You made me think maybe I could stay.
You made me feel like the road wasn’t the only way forward.
But I know better—and I won’t let you pay for my hope on any day
( any day ) ...any .....day...........
I’ve got to go, (got to go), got to go.
Outlaw’s love never ends slow.
It breaks like glass and leaves no trace.
It hurts the heart and scars the face.
You deserve a life that lasts,
not one that’s built to crash.
I love you more than I can show,
but I’ve got to go, (got to go), ....got to go.
You’ll forget my name,
got to go, (got to go)
but not the way I left.
got to go, (got to go)
That’s the curse of loving an outlaw.
got to go, (got to go)....got to go,...... (got to go)

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Outlaw’s Love Rusty Marshall Band

We were the gang you didn’t want to cross, not because we were loud, but because we were final.
I didn’t carry a weapon—I carried history, and that was enough.
My dope kept me steady when the world spun too fast.
My drink kept me warm when the cold came from inside.
You better think twice before stepping between me and what keeps me upright.
You don’t want to see what happens when the last thread snaps.
I don’t ask for forgiveness—I leave wrong in the gutter and keep walking.
I don’t explain myself—I let the bruises do the talking.
I’ve walked through towns where my name was a warning.
I’ve stared down men who thought they were ready and left them wondering.
I’ve made deals in alleys and promises in silence.
I’ve watched good people fall because they thought they could fix me.
I’ve buried regrets under motel mattresses and bar tabs.
I’ve seen the sunrise from jail cells and the sunset from rooftops.
I’ve never begged, never pleaded, never folded.
I’ve just moved to the next showdown like it was Sunday morning.
don’t believe in redemption—I believe in rhythm.
 don’t chase peace—I chase the pulse that keeps me alive.
don’t mourn what I lost—I wear it like a second skin.
Idon’t walk alone—I walk with my dope and my drink.
 been the villain in stories told by people who never knew me.
 been the hero in moments no one saw.
 held the line when it wasn’t mine to hold.
spit blood and kept singing.
 watched love walk away and never asked it to turn around.
 danced with danger and called it Tuesday.
 built a life out of ashes and attitude.
I’ve never been safe, but I’ve always been true.
To walk with me
is to walk with my dope
and my drink.
And trust me—
you don’t want to see what that does.

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My Dope and My Drink Rusty Marshall Band

I learned to make a fist from my older brother at five,
and trust me, that skill’s kept me alive more times than I can count.
He showed me how to square up before I knew how to spell my name.
We didn’t have bedtime stories—we had bruises and broken lamps.
Mama prayed, Daddy drank, and we ducked when the shouting started.
I wore my first scar like a badge and never asked for a refund.
By seven, I knew how to take a hit and how to hide the tears.
By ten, I stopped hiding anything at all.
I’m a fighter, always have been, even when I didn’t want to be.
This skin’s beyond thin—it’s paper stretched over dynamite.
One twist, one wrong word, and I’m back in the ring.
It’s not about winning—it’s about not backing down.
I’ve thrown punches in parking lots and whispered apologies in hospital rooms.
I’ve fought for love, for pride, for silence, for nothing.
Sometimes I fight just to feel something that isn’t shame.
Sometimes I fight because it’s the only thing I trust to stay.
I’ve been hit by friends, by strangers, by truths I wasn’t ready for.
I’ve lost teeth, lost time, lost the thread of who I was supposed to be.
I’ve seen the look in her eyes when she realized I wasn’t safe to love.
I’ve walked out of rooms I should’ve stayed in and stayed in fights I should’ve walked from.
I’ve buried the best parts of me under layers of defense.
I’ve told myself I’m fine while bleeding through my shirt.
I’ve made peace with the fact that peace never made time for me.
I’ve stared down mirrors and dared them to blink first.
I don’t romanticize the damage—I just carry it.
I don’t ask for forgiveness—I just keep moving.
I don’t know what healing looks like, but I know what survival costs.
I don’t cry anymore, but I still flinch when someone says “safe.”
I’m the kind of man who’d die from a blow he didn’t see coming.
Not because he’s weak, but because he’s always looking the other way.
I’ve got stories stitched into my knuckles and regrets tattooed on my ribs.
I’ve got a heart that punches back and a mind that won’t stay quiet.
I’ve got a past that won’t let go and a future I don’t trust.
I’ve got one truth left: I fight.
Not for glory. Not for fame.
Just because that’s what got me down the line.
That’s just me.
No anthem. No apology.
Just a man who learned to swing
and never stopped.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me

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That’s Just Me Rusty Marshall Band

The road don’t care what you’ve done.
It just asks if you’re still ....chasing thunder......
He lit his first smoke off a burning bridge.
Took his first punch with a grin and a twitch.
He’s got scars where names used to be.
And a throttle hand that don’t believe in peace.
He drinks like the past is still chasing him.
And rides like the future ain’t worth a sin.
He’s buried brothers in dust and flame.
and when he rides he calls their names.
He’s got blood on his boots and glass in his grin.
Every barroom brawl was a prayer to begin.
He don’t ask for mercy, don’t speak of regret.
He just pours another round and lights a cigarette.
The road is his gospel, the bike is his creed.
He’s chasing thunder — not hope, not need.
He rides with ghosts who never forgive.
And he swears that’s the only way to live.
No apologies, no second tries.
Just engines screaming under blackened skies.
If you ride with him, you ride and never tell
And you better be ready ...to ride through hell...
He’s chasing thunder — not dreams, not light.
Just the roar that drowns out the night.
He’s chasing thunder — through blood and bone.
Where the broken ride alone.
He’s chasing thunder — no brakes, no prayer.
Just a brotherhood built on dare.
He’s chasing thunder — and if you fall behind…
If your a brother ...gonna toss you a line
He found a brother broken down , lost in the dark.
No patch, no pride — just gun shot marks.
And for the first time, he didn’t speak.
Just held the man and made him believe.
They’d fought, they’d bled, took off chasing thunder
to save a brother that got pulled  under.
He didn’t cry, didn’t rage, didn’t run.
He just whispered, “your not done.”......chasing ....thunder.......!
Brotherhood ain’t built on grace.
It’s forged in fire and a thousand mistakes.
It’s the silence when the world goes black.
And the promise that you’ve got his back.
It’s not forgiveness — it’s the ride.
And the thunder you chase side by side.
He’s chasing thunder — not dreams, not light.
Just the roar that drowns out the night.
He’s chasing thunder — through blood and bone.
Where the broken ride alone.
He’s chasing thunder — no brakes, no prayer.
Just a brotherhood built on  each dare.
He’s chasing thunder — and if you fall behind…
If your a bother... gonna  toss you a line...
The road don’t care what you’ve done.
It just asks if you’re still ....chasing thunder.
chasing thunder......
chasing thunder.......chasing .....thunder.....

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Chasing Thunder Rusty Marshall Band

He tuned his soul to the sound of chrome.
Raised on riffs and the rumble of home.
Leather and scars were the only truth.
He found his church in a barroom booth.
The road was long but the rhythm stayed.
Every mile was a debt he paid.
They don’t ask why — they just roll.
Gasoline hearts and rock and roll.
If you’ve got a brother at your side…
You don’t need a map for the ride.
Rock and ride — through the fire and the rain.
Through the breakdown, the bruises, the pain.
Rock and ride — with your boots on the line.
Every chord, every curve, every sign.
Rock and ride — when the world says no.
You throttle up and let it go.
Rock and ride — till the last goodbye.
And you’ll know who’s real when the engines die.
He’s seen the edge and he’s kissed the fall.
Watched good men fade behind the wall.
But when the music hits and the tires scream…
He remembers every outlaw dream.
They don’t cry — they burn and bend.
But they’ll bleed for a brother to the bitter end.
They don’t ask why — they just roll.
Gasoline hearts and rock and roll.
If you’ve got a brother at your side…
You don’t need a map for the ride.
Rock and ride — through the fire and the rain.
Through the breakdown, the bruises, the pain.
Rock and ride — with your boots on the line.
Every chord, every curve, every sign.
Rock and ride — when the world says no.
You throttle up and let it go.
Rock and ride — till the last goodbye.
And you’ll know who’s real when the engines die.
He’s older now but the fire’s still lit.
The road still calls and he won’t quit.
He sees his brother fighting for breath.
And it hits harder than love or death.
So he rides slower, but he rides true.
Because that’s what real brothers do.
Being a brother ain’t just blood and name.
It’s showing up when life’s a flame.
It’s the silence shared when words won’t land.
It’s the grip of a calloused hand.
It’s knowing you’d trade your pride and ride…
Just to keep your brother alive.
Rock and ride — through the fire and the rain.
Through the breakdown, the bruises, the pain.
Rock and ride — with your boots on the line.
Every chord, every curve, every sign.
Rock and ride — when the world says no.
You throttle up and let it go.
Rock and ride — till the last goodbye.
And you’ll know who’s real ....when the engines die.
Rock and ride....Rock and ride...Rock and ride

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Ride and Rock Rusty Marshall Band

Take Off Your Pants And Jacket

First Date

Infest

Last Resort

Faixa cover grava da pela banda Purpura de Bento Gonçalves - RS, Brasil.

Ozzy Osbourne - No More Tears

American Idiot

Jesus of Suburbia

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Bring Me To Life

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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

Ride and Rock Rusty Marshall Band

Edwin Balder