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⚡

Inner roads

shut your eyes and chill - “Oceans of the Mind” is a sweeping, ethereal journey through the landscapes of imagination. With lyrics that drift between waves of memory and endless horizons, the song invites listeners to close their eyes and surrender to a universe without limits — where dreams become kingdoms and the tides of thought are timeless. ITS ON SPOTIFY - MAKE IT RESOUND PLEASE

Oceans of the Mind Progressive Rock  Psychedelic Rock

Buy me a coffee

Devil May Care

I’m chained to the poison that’s eating

Lyrics:

Verse
Another blind soul asking for direction
This dead end street
It's paved with good intentions
It's not too late to change your course of action
Better do it soon
'Cause you're headin' for a crashin'
I can't be the one to save you

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors

Verse 2
When you look in the mirror
What do you see?
Do you see a hero? Or do you see a freak?
Well
I don't have time to make you understand
Go ahead and cry
Child
It's not my problem
No one gives a damn if you cry

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors

Bridge
No one gives a damn if you cry
I can't be the one to save you

Chorus
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors
I ain't here to do favors

Ain't Here To Do Favors

Tear Me Down

The Last Goodbye

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

KMT KI Media 2025 (20.10.2025)
Album Nr. 171 "Totentanz der Verzweiflung by KMT" - Style: Gothic, Rock, Metal, Industrial, EBM | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: Deutsch

Thema: Tauche ein in eine trostlose Welt industriellen Verfalls und eindringlicher Schönheit mit 'Totentanz der Verzweiflung'. Dieses Album erkundet die Tiefen der Verzweiflung und thematisiert Verlust, Isolation und den Kampf um Hoffnung inmitten einer düsteren Landschaft.

Von den treibenden Industrial-Beats bis zu den erhabenen Gothic-Melodien zeichnet jeder Track ein lebendiges Bild einer Welt am Abgrund. Lass dich von einer Klanglandschaft mitreißen, in der Dunkelheit und Schönheit miteinander verschmelzen, und entdecke die Widerstandsfähigkeit des menschlichen Geistes angesichts überwältigender Verzweiflung.

Track 01: Die Suche nach Trost
Gothic Rock, Neoklassik

Track 03: Die dunkle Seite der Liebe
Gothic Metal, Industrial, Symphonic Metal

Track 05: Die Kälte des Herzens
Gothic Rock, Ballad

Track 07: Der Schmerz des Verlustes
darkwave, EBM

Track 09: Ein geheimnisvoller Tanz
darkwave, orchestral, atmospheric

Track 11: Eine Reise durch die Ewigkeit
symphonic metal, gothic metal

Track 13: Gefallener Engel
gothic rock, melancholic, dark romantic

Track 15: Eine düstere Vision
deathrock, punk, gothic rock

Track 17: Die verborgenen Schmerzen
dark ambient, gothic

Track 19: Die Maschine schläft nie
industrial, gothic

Track 21: Ein Kuss in der Nacht
Gothic Pop, synthpop, darkwave

Track 23: Vergängliche Schönheit
neoclassical, darkwave

Track 25: Die unendliche Trauer
Gothic Doom Metal, melancholic, dark

Track 27: Eine Reise in das Reich der Schatten und Geister
dark folk, gothic

Track 29: Ein Requiem für eine verlorene Liebe
orchestral, gothic

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“Fault Line Bloom” is a full-scale eruption across an entire album. Each track cracks open a different pressure point, blending metal intensity with dark trap grit and atmospheric tension. It’s a record about instability, transformation, and the moments where everything splits just enough for something fierce and alive to rise through the break. Heavy vocals, seismic drums, and distorted melodies collide to form a world that’s raw, volatile, and strangely hopeful in the ruins. This is the soundtrack to falling apart and coming back sharper.

Fault Line Bloom

Scar Tissue Harvest

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

That’s Just Me Rusty Marshall Band

Edwin Balder

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