Iâve been dragginâ these boots through the ashes,
Chasinâ ghosts down a broken line.
Every road just burned to cinders,
But I kept on movinâ, buyinâ time.
Iâve been dragginâ these boots through the ashes, Chasinâ ghosts down a broken line. Every road just burned to cinders, But I kept on movinâ, buyinâ 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 Iâve 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 â Done
In the twilightâs glow, your shadowâs calling, Your skinâs 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, Purplemanâs rhythm shaking all around. No more hiding, no more chains, Weâre 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 Iâm 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?Â
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. Didnât know the names, didnât chase the fame, But the Lighthouse burned in my veins just the same.
Moonlight on the water, Catalinaâs dressed in black, Whispers in the canyon, but the truth donât whisper back. Some say itâs just the ocean, some say itâs the past, Every secret on this islandâs 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, Historyâs silent heroes â the
Coves that hide the cargo, fog that hides the men, Bootleg days are numbered, but theyâll come around again. The law canât catch the ocean, canât stop that midnight tune, We were kings of the
Thereâs 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. Canât 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 Humvees roll.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath 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, heâd been lying all along again
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Unchain my vote, Donald let me be,
You donât care a thing about democracy.
You lied and you schemed, you played us for fools,
But truth is breaking through, weâre done with your rules.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
The faith is gone, itâs 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 for good
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
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.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Oh yes, Iâm the great pretender,
Claiming Iâve won when Iâve lost,
Bragging with pride,
And always I hide,
The truth that would show what it cost.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
You said youâd 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 of your wave.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Iâve been fooled by silver promises,
Watched âem rust in the pourinâ rain.
But the night donât last forever,
And the morning donât feel the same.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
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.
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
You said youâd drain the swamp, but you filled it instead, With cronies and felons and folks who misled. You tried to steal elections, you broke the peopleâs trust, Now the gavelâs coming down â justice is a must!
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song â Purplemanâs Rhythm â took off, written as a thank-you to our friend, The Purpleman, for standing strong in a divided world. Today,
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The âPurplemanâ songs speak from the quiet middleâno sermon, no sloganâjust the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the