Lila doesnāt want to redo the standards, she wants to create her own songbook with a bit of nostalgia for those that remember and something fresh for the new enthusiasts of today. Please take the time to listen.
Runninā through the city, lights are flashinā bright, Trainās a-rollinā heavy, cuttinā through the night. Got that fever risinā, heartās a-beatinā loud, Step into the rhythm, lose yourself in the crowd.
In the fog of the harbor, where the liners slip away, I meet him 'neath the lantern light, at the close of the day. He's got eyes like microfilm, lips that seal a vow, One
In the shadows where the whispers hide, You slipped your number on the table by my side. A coded message in a glance so sly, One dance together and weāre living a lie.
Iāve walked through crowded evenings, with neon in the rain, And every strangerās laughter just echoes the refrain. But when your hand found mine, the city changed its tune, And suddenly the midnight felt softer
Woke up to the sun, breaking through the pain, Shadows in my past, but Iām breaking the chain, Heartās been heavy, but Iām lifting the load, Found my strength, now Iām hitting the road.
In the glow of a midnight screen, where the shadows play, I scroll through your stories, but you're miles away. A swipe to the right, and we danced in the dark, But the signal went
Under the moonlight, your shadow calls, Soft whispers echo through these walls, Heart beats slow, like a riverās flow, Baby, youāre the fire, Iām lost in the glow.
She's got rhythm in her hips, shakin' to the tips, Dancin' down the avenue, makin' all the fellas swoon. Polka-dot bow, she's stealin' the show, Twirlin' in the moonlight, under the neon glow.
After midnight, when the world is still I let the night confess what I canāt reveal Hold me closer, breathe me in so slow After midnight, thatās when I let it show
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song ā Purplemanās Rhythm ā took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today, everything feels split between Woke and MAGA. But the future isnāt at the edges ā itās in the middle. Because sanity is compromise⦠and compromise is strength. We had fun, we tried different takes, cause everyone see’s life a little differently.
Iāve been dragginā these boots through the ashes,
Chasinā ghosts down a broken line.
Every road just burned to cinders,
But I kept on movinā, buyinā time.
Iāve been dragginā these boots through the ashes, Chasinā ghosts down a broken line. Every road just burned to cinders, But I kept on movinā, buyinā time.
We left what we had in the dust of the night, Suitcase of dreams, no wrong or no right. The road stretched long, shadows fell fast, We walked away, love, from all of our past.
Well Iāve walked the line, Through smoke and thunder, Paid my dues, And made my blunders. But when the lights go down, And the night turns gray, I can say I lived it ā Done
In the twilightās glow, your shadowās calling, Your skinās a soft whisper, my soul is falling. The beat drives us forward, two steps in the breeze, Your body against mine, a sweet, restless tease.
Power in the people, rising from the ground, Purplemanās rhythm shaking all around. No more hiding, no more chains, Weāre the fire running through the veins.
Well, my hopes were high in the morning light But the truth rolled in sometime last night I gave my trust, but it slipped away Now Iām driving on toward a clearer day
Candles are burning, but the light feels cold Memories linger, stories left untold The wind through the window carries your sigh And I am left asking, why must love die?Ā
Rust Revival takes on a journey into Southern California Hidden Gem, L.A., Hollywood, west to Venice and Santa Monica, you dead end into LAX. Thankfully the tourist seldom venture south. Between Long Beach and Santa Monica lies the South Bay. Always a bit to far to live in until the 1970’s when the oil derricks went away, and the freeways gave access to the South Bay, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues that came from the South Bay.
Raise a glass where the night rolls on, Hear that bass keep the world in song. Didnāt know the names, didnāt chase the fame, But the Lighthouse burned in my veins just the same.
Moonlight on the water, Catalinaās dressed in black, Whispers in the canyon, but the truth donāt whisper back. Some say itās just the ocean, some say itās the past, Every secret on this islandās built
Women in red, with a dangerous smile, Voices like velvet that lingered awhile. Every note was a refuge, every drink was a prayer, And I found pieces of myself that were lost somewhere.
By the wells of El Segundo, where the oil rigs kissed the sky, They traded drills for rivet guns when the war drums cried. While the boys went marching, and the ships rolled out to
Oh, memories of Manhattan, where the shoreline meets the sky, We were young and we were reckless, never asking why. The ocean kept our secrets, and the stars just watched us through, Memories of Manhattan,
Oh, memories of Manhattan, where the shoreline meets the sky, We were young and we were reckless, never asking why. The ocean kept our secrets, and the stars just watched us through, Memories of Manhattan,
Rosies in El Segundo, ghosts of steel and fire, Hands that built the bombers, dreams that never tire. You won the war with rivets, but lost your place in line, Historyās silent heroes ā the
Coves that hide the cargo, fog that hides the men, Bootleg days are numbered, but theyāll come around again. The law canāt catch the ocean, canāt stop that midnight tune, We were kings of the
Thereās laughter in the harbor, but it fades when night is near, Echoes in the canyons, you can almost taste the fear. Steps along the hillside, vanish without trace, Eyes behind the curtain, a half-forgotten
The night drifts on, with the smoke in my glass, I count the hours, the years that have passed. Canāt chase the shadows, they slip through my hand, Time wrote its story, not what I
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
I went down to the ballot, my heart heavy as lead Promised me heaven, but all I got was dread He smiled so sweet, shook my hand with a grin But I found out later,
Unchain my vote, Donald let me be, You donāt care a thing about democracy. You lied and you schemed, you played us for fools, But truth is breaking through, weāre done with your rules.
The faith is gone, itās gone away from me Yeah, the faith is gone, gone away from me You fooled a nation once, but now we finally see The faith is gone for good, gone
Red lines and blue lines, cutting through the sand, Voices shouting, no one seems to understand. Neighbors turning cold, friends turning away, A house once whole now split in shades of gray.
Oh yes, Iām the great pretender, Claiming Iāve won when Iāve lost, Bragging with pride, And always I hide, The truth that would show what it cost.
You said youād fix it, baby, make it right, But every single promise fades into the night. You smiled and you shouted, told us what we crave, But left us all stranded, in the shadows
Iāve been fooled by silver promises, Watched āem rust in the pourinā rain. But the night donāt last forever, And the morning donāt feel the same.
Smoke in the streets, lies in the air, Leaders deceiving without a care. Chains of corruption wrapped around our minds, Shadows grow longer as truth unwinds.
Got a convoy shirt and a sticker that screams, āHunterās laptop stole my dreams!ā Q on the back and a donāt-tread patch, And a bumper that says āTRUMP: Rematch!ā
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away But now you cheer for kings and crowns And burn
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, Heās watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, Heās blaming it all on āthem.ā He said heād bring order, But itās slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump ā no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayinā facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had āem, Bundy swore theyāre real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day theyāre in the courthouse, Next day theyāre gone for good,
And Iām a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen⦠Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, Iām too sexy for
Because you know Iām all about that base āBout that base ā no facts Iām all about that base āBout that base ā no facts Iām all about that base āBout that base ā no
Trump man, You just wonāt go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth thatās been twisted and broken!
Oh yes, Iām the great pretender, Claiming Iāve won when Iāve lost, Bragging with pride, And always I hide, The truth that would show what it cost.
Say it's good to be king... when you own the stage, I'll go alone, fix it... and fuel the rage. Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair, Let the people go brokeāI've got billionaire
The swamp he swore heād drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar.Ā Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns ā the
Hit the road, Trump, and donāt you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and donāt you come back no more.Ā Old Donny, oh Donny, donāt you lie
With ā1776ā inked across my chest, I swear the libs are the real threat, Bought six more guns for liberty's sakeā (But forgot my insulin by mistake.)