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Music and lyrics by Eduardo Stingel. Musical Production by Eduardo Stingel
all instruments played by Eduardo Stingel

2025 Eduardo stingel

Invisible Man

Apexety - Snow s h i n e 2025 Man

"Hoppa in i bilen" är en drivande rockabilrylåt som för dig rakt in i en svensk 50-talsinspirerad cruisingkultur. Med ett snabbt fyrtaktstempo, en twangig elgitarr som spelar klassiska rockabillyriff och ett tight rytmgruppskomp, sätter låten omedelbart en energifylld och nostalgisk stämning. Texten, som handlar om fredagsmys, en nytvättad Impala och mötet med den rätta på hörnet, levereras med en stark sångprestation full av charm och självförtroende. Ett rivigt gitarrsolo med countrytoner och ett hamrande piano håller energin uppe, medan en tonartshöjning leder in i en finalrefräng som får lyssnaren att vilja hoppa in i bilen och köra. En perfekt mixad och masterad låt för alla som älskar fart, frihet och svensk rock'n'roll.

Hoppa in i bilen

My second surf song! Turn it up, and catch this insane wave!

Surfin' At The Savoy

Danse Macabre No.65

I’m a sucker for a beautiful clown
My eyes bug out, my heart it pounds
Though I know the score, I got charm and not much more
But her smile is a dream and I would treat her like a queen
I’m sorry to be cheesy but I love you, Melissa V
I thought I had a chance, and oh “das sad”
I thought I had a chance, and yeah “das sad”
Melissa V, I wanna tell you that I love you 
but you gotta know I’m not a creep

Right to Double Down

Melissa V

Chop boogie, it’s obscene
Bump it from the inside of my limousine
Chop boogie, that’s how it goes
From your boogie head down to your boogie toes
It’s a habit you know you gotta have it now
everybody knows
It’s a habit you know you gotta have it
Chop it all up and then you do it all over 
Chop boogie, to the moon
Up all night, dancin’ in your living room
She likes to party, she made me numb
Nothin wrong with just a little boogie fun
Chop boogie, nobody knows 

Chop Boogie

Hey ! pour ce set j'ai voulu changer les habitudes, commençant par un BPM élevé ensuite moyen puis bas et pour finir rapide. J'espère qu'il vous plaira
J'vous met en commentaire les BPM

Track d'intro :
Jive Bunny - That Sounds Good To Me (Extended Mix)
Jive Bunny and the Mastermixers - Rock and Roll Party Mix

Rock'n'Gabber (Set Hardcore Gabber)

AC/DC inspired blues rock tune

Verse 1

I'm a reckless man with a gun in my hand
I've been shooting down love wherever I can
I've got a one way ticket to hell for free
And a seat to armageddon reserved for me.

Verse 2

She's a demon queen, that's bordering on obscene
A straight cold heart playa if you know what I mean
She's got me in her sights, yeah she's gunning for me
There aint no doubt about it, she'll never let me be

I think i hear her calling now

Chorus

Well bless my soul
It's going down tonight
I'm dancing with the devil by the pale moonlight
No angels gonna come and save my soul
When your dancing with the devil to demonic rock n roll

Dancing with the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
Lord I'm dancing with the devil

Verse 3

She prowled like a leopard right up to me
And whispered in my ear do you like what you see
I smiled and said so tell me what's your fee
Your soul, your mind and body with a dance on me

Verse 4

I've lived a life of sin and taken all that I can
Blazed a path of glory , been a wicked man
But she has me spellbound by the way she looks at me
Maybe hell ain't such a bad place to be

She's gonna make a slave of me

Chorus

Well bless my soul
It's going down tonight
I'm dancing with the devil by the pale moonlight
No angels gonna come and save my soul
When your dancing with the devil to demonic rock n roll

Dancing with the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
Lord I'm dancing with the devil

Guitar Solo

She's aint ever gonna let me be

Chorus

Well bless my soul
It's going down tonight
I'm dancing with the devil by the pale moonlight
No angels gonna come and save my soul
When your dancing with the devil to demonic rock n roll

Dancing with the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
Dancing with the Devil
Lord I'm dancing with the Devil
Oh I'm dancing
Dancing with the Devil, yeah

Dancing With The Devil (Remix)

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.....

All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder.
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

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

All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder.
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


Ride and Rock Rusty Marshall Band

Another war started yesterday
And there's a rumor going round 
That more are on the way
And can you feel the ground 
Begin to shake
If you ask me 
This whole world is bound to break

So if this be Armageddon
Come on let's get it on
Yeah if this be Armageddon
Come on let's get it on
But truth be told
I'm a lot more scared
Than I'm lettin' on

Fire is falling from the skies
And it's landing on the heads
Of children passing by
And can you see the dead
Begin to rise
Ain't no time to wait
'Til you've said your long goodbyes

Cause if this be Armageddon 
Come on let's get it on
Yeah if this be Armageddon
Come on let's get it on
But truth be told
I'm a lot more scared
Than I'm lettin' on

And there's no place to hide
When those horsemen
Saddle up to ride
Take a breath, do your best
Just to abide

And I'll come find you
Waitin' on the other side

Cause if this be Armageddon 
Come on let's get it on
Yeah if this be Armageddon
Come on let's get it on
But truth be told
I'm a lot more scared
Than I'm lettin' on


Armageddon

Destruction

Benny Benassi - Satisfaction (Apexety eletro ReMix)

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...


All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder.
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.
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



Blood on Colors Rusty Marshall Band

Creator of rock/alt rock music with a dystopian feel.  Currently recording  instruments and vocals via Logic Pro  to play with my band. But using AI to reimagine my original songs for higher quality compositions. Not fully assimilated yet.....😅🙏🏽

iDreamz är mitt nya artistnamn. På grund av namnpolicy släpper jag inte längre ny musik som AiMusicDreams. Katalogen med cirka 450 låtar ligger tills vidare kvar under det namnet, men alla nya releaser kommer som iDreamz – här på SoundCloud och på Spotify, TikTok och Instagram.
Jag skriver egna texter på svenska och engelska och gör feel-good-musik med humor, hooks och en glimt av dansband – från sommarbangers till stämningsfulla ballader. Följ iDreamz för nästa kapitel!

Kontakt: aimusicdreams@gmail.com

In late 2024, (Sir?) Chris Coyler left Seattle for Sacramento and started writing crap with his brother, Kevin. The pair then tapped ex-Mondo Deco drummer Billy Ewing to start shaping songs only to become a growing catalog of pub/E-Z riff-rock tunes. megaphonies are too blandly-dressed to be pop-punkers, but too Old Navy looking to be lo-fi eggheads. Maybe fans of big rock acts like Viagra Boys, the Hives or Jack White will dig this?

STSPOD posts TWO 30 minute podcasts a week where the host Brian Tramel sits down to "shoot the shiznit" with wrestling personalities, friends and just people that he finds interesting.  Tramel has been a wrestling fan, wrestler, manager, fanzine editor and podcaster in his almost 40 years of wrestling fandom. 

Also a "special edition" each week that could include "Cool Kids Countdown," "WTF News Desk," "Kayfabe Flicks," "Was It Really THAT Good?" "Observing the Observer," and "CHOKEHOLD: THE PODCAST." 


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Hardcore Gabber

Controller (Pionner DDJ-SB3)
Mais mix en condition Vinyl

Norwegian man in my 40's 
Making music i enjoy, everything from EDM, New Retro Wave, Hardstyle, DnB, Trance, uplifting, progressivwe, house music and more. Pleace like and comment om my tracks. Follow if you like my content ^_^
I hope you like some of my songs, if you do like and comment :)

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

New to recording. Old to playing music. Older to loving music.

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