Ride the Litecoin

Alone with My Thoughts is a raw, unflinching dive into the fractures of modern life — a heavy alternative rock record where personal battles collide with collective struggles. Each track is a confession, a warning, or a rallying cry, drenched in distortion and carried on riffs that hit as hard as the truths inside them.

The album opens with “In Search of Heroes,” a tragic yet defiant anthem about the everyday fight for dignity and decency. “Sunflowers Standing in Fire” takes resilience as its theme, turning the image of a flower rising from ashes into a symbol of unbreakable hope. “Love Rot” rips through the illusions of romance, exposing the chains, lies, and barbed wire of broken promises.

On “Imposter Syndrome,” isolation is sharpened to a blade — a robot behind a human face, lost in a crowd yet more alone than ever. “Dance Robot Dance” confronts the chaos of misinformation and the rise of machines, mocking our complacency as technology seizes the stage. “Pushing the Limits” explodes as a defiant anthem of persistence, scars and failures forged into fire that burns every obstacle away. The record closes with “My Best Friends the Dead,” a haunting reminder that the voices of the lost still speak — urging us to live, to savor, to resist the emptiness of wasted time.

Together, these songs form a cathartic portrait of a world teetering between collapse and rebirth, between despair and defiance. Alone with My Thoughts is heavy, haunting, and human — a soundtrack for those who battle in silence but refuse to break.

Dance Robot Dance

A punk dossier in 13 tracks — the story of a runt bluejay recruited into the shadows, where survival costs everything and flight means never looking back.

Flight School for Spies

Summer

Summer(from the EP "Driving around" on spotify)

Masters and Their Craft

Pick up the Pieces

Mystical Guardian

Written by Harvey Brindell (copyright)
Recorded at Satrtracker Recording. Lincoln, NE
Harvey Brindell-guitar, vocal
John "Honeyboy" Turner-harmonica
Dave "Shakey Dizz Wags"Wagner-bass
Gary Williams-drums
JW-Jones-guitar 
Jimi Bott-tambourine
Mixing-Jimi Bott, Roseleaf Studio, Portland OR

Pennies On The Dollar

Need Him And Weep

Not Your Enemy

A Jam

“Love My Baby”

Met her tending bar the other night
She tends her bar like a stoic might
All the girls are jealous ‘cause she got all the height
And the boys all sulk ‘cause she won’t give ‘em time
But she don’t even look

With her hair pulled back
And her sleeves rolled up
And that smile she cracks
Like a scarlet cup
If beauty’s a trap
My heart’s locked up
In her

She’s got a skeptic’s eyes
That see through bone
A pneumatic style
Like rock’n’roll
When she mix her drinks
She stirs my soul
Oh-oo!

I love my baby, she’s the only one (x 3)
I love her (x 4)
I love my baby, she’s the only one (x 3)

Followed her out into the alleyway
Where she smoked her cig in a glow so fey
I couldn’t think of a word to say
So I stood there puffing like a heated stray
So lame...
But finally she deigned look at me
And her eyes glowed cool like a neon marquee
And my body a-buzz like a hive of bees
I passed the fuck out in a syncope

I love my baby, she’s the only one (x 3)
I love her (x 4)
I love my baby, she’s the only one (x 3)

When I came to
She held my hand
Said, “You don’t worry,
I caught you, man.”
I said, “I ain’t worried,
This’s all part of my master plan.”
And she laughed

I love my baby, she’s the only one (x 3)
I love her (x 4)
I love my baby, she’s the only one (x 3)

So she called me a cab
And I got her number
So I ain’t ashamed
And I’ll call her tomorrow
Soon as I (can) remember
What the hell was her name

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

Love My Baby

Metal
Listening to my other projects
Oss
Arngrim
All The Seeds
Hole In The Sky 


Not Your Enemy

Rasmusson C S