This track is a remix version of my original song 'Bullet.' I first played this version at a music school concert and even won the overall excellence award.

Bullet #3 (Final Edit)

Ace Of Spades  (Motorhead)

just a mix of some of the beats in 2019 some were cringe asf but were so good and idk what genre to name it besides idk 


my favorite 2019 beats

Funny ...(.Funny )...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I bought a smart fridge; it judges with tears
When I grab cheese, it shows my work out fears
My therapist said to build a fence —
Around my feelings, so I charge them rent.
Tried yoga, trapped in downward dog,
Now barking at problems like a lost cause
I’m not broken, just creatively cracked.
I’m the kind of mess you can’t subtract.
If life’s a circus, I’m the snack stand.
Selling popcorn with one shaky hand.
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
[hook riff]
Fun thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I dated an astrologer, you see,
She ditched me when Mercury spun crazily.
Told my mom, "I’m emotionally quite mature,"
She laughed, and grounded me, as her cure
Ex claimed I was "mysterious," a sign —
I forgot her birthday three years, just like mine.
I’m not toxic, just a little fermented.
My charm’s expired but still well-vented.
If love’s a game, I lost the dice.
and run from fate like folks run from Ice
Funny  thing about that —
I collect red flags like carnival bribes.
Funny thing about that —
My love language? Silence with maybe soon bribes.
Fun thing about that —
Ghosted myself, no joy for a man who just hides
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Turned 40, my body threw a bash,
Inviting pain, regret,  more then a dash
being left out tucks me in tight,
Sleeping like I’m not even here, night after night.
Asked the doc am I'm well am I  right,
“Define well” , then he walk away..out of  my sight
Tried journaling, but my pen retired,
Asked the universe, but she said she was a lier
Downloaded mindfulness,  but its advice betrayed,
Told me “breathe,”  maybe get laid
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
Funny thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Here’s to the mess, the weird, and all that’s fun.
Bad decisions make the best stories — second to none.
Funnny thing about that…
may not chage a thing
Except  the frig judgmental tone  and this song I sing

Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that...


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For more ride-and-rock tracks, click here: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/rusty-marshall-band?si=c5040230a7334213b5d7609527997d7c&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Funny Thing Rusty Marshall Band

Slam on the door.
I opened it.
A biker stood there, soaked in blood —
Holding another, barely breathing.
No words.
Just motion.
Colors torn, blood running thick,
He laid his brother down, hands shaking quick.
We hit the road, no sirens, no sound,
my car tires screaming  ..the pedel full down.
Hospital lights, steel and white,
They took him in, swallowed in red lights.
I stayed with the one who didn’t fall,
He made a few calls — didn’t say much at all.
I didn’t ask what club, what creed.
I just drove that night  that’s all they need
Blood on colors, silence now
as we  just sat ....heads bowed
An hour passed, then thunder grew,
Engines rolled in like a war-time crew.
Leather and chrome, boots on tile,
No rage, no noise — just brother style.
I slipped out quiet, heart still raw,
Didn’t know if I was seen, but holy fuck what I saw.
They had him now, and I had peace going home
But peace don’t last  the road keeps going
Next morning, the street began to shake,
Like the earth itself was set to break.
I opened the door, still half asleep,
And saw a wave of chrome, loud and deep.
Hundreds of bikes, lined outside my gate
No anger, no fear — just a gift of fate
They handed me  that  vest, all shook my hand
And I knew I’d never ride alone, I was a biker now... man
I didn’t patch in....
I didn’t bleed for a name.
But I bled for a man.
And they saw that....  and...
well.... that’s all it ever takes.
Blood on colors —
That’s how they knew.
Not by patch, not by vow,
But by what I’d do.
I was just a man with a car that night —
Now I’m a brother with a story that's told round firelight
They came for him.
But they stayed for me.
And when the road calls again —
I’ll answer. be what I need to be
Because blood on colors…
Don’t wash off.... not off me .....
blood on colors...blood on colors.
.blood on colors...blood on colors...

All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder.
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Blood on Colors Rusty Marshall Band

11-9-25 Music Journal

Track 1 of 'SKULLZ' EP, out now!

Made with GarageBand

SKULLZ (EP)

J0URN3Y - SKULLZ

J0URN3Y (ORIGINAL MIX) - SKULLZ

Track 2 of 'SKULLZ' EP, out now!

Made with GarageBand

ASTRONOMICAL - SKULLZ

4STR0N0M1C4L (ORIGINAL MIX) - SKULLZ

INFINITY - SKULLZ

1NF1N1TY (ORIGINAL MIX) - SKULLZ

frei (demo)

Hello all! This is an account that I had accidentally deleted, but made a new one to admire what once was (I had so many plans)! Thanks for listening!

😷💯🔥 🛸🤷🏻‍♂️hi it’s me jeffrey behind the beats yes I love making beats , it’s very fun, I think I get better every time, feel free to listen and comment or dislike it ....

The KGB were mullet rocker connoisseurs back in the 80s....but imploded due to "creative differences"....and the fact that the other 2 two were insanely jealous of my enormous potential. And my great hair. 
So, now I'm flying solo. Most of these tracks are new but some are from the old days. All are only demo versions.....so if anyone out there wants to record them properly, let me know !

Also check out The KGB page for all the old stuff.


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

This is my ongoing Music Journal, a series improvised tracks created entirely in GarageBand using a M-AUDIO Oxygen61 MIDI keyboard. Each piece is recorded within a few hours, with no rewrites or polish, just a raw snapshot of that moment’s creative headspace.

Some tracks are melodic, some are chaotic. Some feel complete, others feel like half-dreams. That’s the point.
It’s not about perfection, it’s about process, instinct, and capturing a musical thought.

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