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At the Lighthouse – Rust Revival Blues
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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.
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Raise a glass where the night rolls on,
Hear that bass keep the world in song.
Didn’t know the names, didn’t chase the fame,
But the Lighthouse burned in my veins just the same.
Catalina Island In The Dark – Rust Revival Blues
Moonlight on the water, Catalina’s dressed in black, Whispers in the canyon, but the truth don’t whisper back. Some say it’s just the ocean, some say it’s the past, Every secret on this island’s built
Down In Hermosa – Rust Revival Blues
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.
El Segundo Rivets – Rust Revival Blues
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
It Wasn’t The Surfers – Rust Revival Blues
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,
King Harbor Nights, Potofino Lights – Rust Revival Blues
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,
Memories of Manhattan – Rust Revival Blues
If I could step back through the smoke, And find that younger face, Would love have been a sharper song, Or just a fleeting grace?
Rosies In El Segundo – Rust Revival Blues
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, History’s silent heroes — the
Rumrunner’s Moon – Rust Revival Blues
Coves that hide the cargo, fog that hides the men, Bootleg days are numbered, but they’ll come around again. The law can’t catch the ocean, can’t stop that midnight tune, We were kings of the
Santa Catalina Blues – Rust Revival Blues
There’s 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
Smoke in My Glass – Rust Revival Blues
The night drifts on, with the smoke in my glass, I count the hours, the years that have passed. Can’t chase the shadows, they slip through my hand, Time wrote its story, not what I
