Ruff Stuff Lyrics

I Talk To The Night
(J. Lyon/M. Noble)

The sidewalk heaves a sigh of relief
As the heat of the day finally fades
The cracked asphalt bleeds rainbow beads
That dance in the late evening haze

And I turn from my whiskey and I peer out the door
Here comes a boy that I've been waiting for
Deep, dark and silent, the one I adore
I talk to the night
I talk to the night
Hell, maybe I'm crazy, or maybe I'm just tight
Whoa, yea, I talk to the night

Stand stretchin' stare in the deep sea gloom
As the sharp edges melt away
One big world, one little moon
And the curtains shimmy and sway

I reach for my glass and I hear the floor boards squeak
I crawl into my bed and I hear my old bones creak
Then in silence I wait for the darkness to speak
And I talk to the night
Oh, I talk to the night, yes I do
She never argues, no we never fight
I talk to the night
Oh, I talk to the night
Speak to me darlin'

Into my head, the sharp words you said
Stab like a lost child's cry
I'm a loser at best, yea, and all the rest
To which, of course, there is no reply
No reply

I pulled down the shade and I turned off the light
Blackness for me, but it holds no fright
I dance with the darkness and my demons take flight
And I talk to the night
Oh, I talk to the night
You know, my tongue gets tied in that bright daylight
I talk to the night
I speak with the darkness
And I talk to the night
I speak with the darkness
And I talk to the night
I speak with the darkness

Rosa
(J. Lyon/B. Bandiera)

Out in the street guitars are playing
Distant and soft like an old radio
Inside the fan sends the curtains to sway
The evening's come and, babe, I must go
I came to this place lost and alone
Found a love I've never felt before
Now all that's left is this broken heart
A Pinata spilled out on the floor

And, hey, Rosa, come closer
Ay ay ay I won't see you anymore
But, hey, Rosa, it's you I adore

Man on the street, he beggin' me to come with
I laughed at myself, but I went along
Just for one look at the woman he offered
Maybe she's something I can use in a song
Oh, but he opened up the door to my heart
Much to my shame and to my surprise
Now, when I look back, I search for a way
To cross the border, back into your eyes

And, hey, Rosa, come closer
Ay ay ay I won't see you anymore
But, hey, Rosa, it's you I adore

Out on the street the last light is fading
While in this house, love dies bit by bit
Children gone and the wife's slowly leaving
Pull up a chair and at my window I sit
I wonder if I'll ever get up the nerve
Go back down south and find you again
Break away from these sad suburban streets
And let my real life begin whooa

And, hey, Rosa, come closer
Ay ay ay I won't leave you anymore
And, hey, Rosa, it's you I adore

And, hey, Rosa, come closer
Ay ay ay I won't leave you anymore
And, hey, Rosa, it's you I adore
It's you I adore

Hey, Rosa, you know that sun is going on down
Take a walk with me, darling
Through this dusty border town
Some lonesome dog is barking as we're moving down the street
I fold you in my arms, you smell so sweet
Oh, come on, Rosa, come on, baby
Hey Rosa

Doppler Shift Music/Carli-Rob Music ASCAP

Blue Radio
(J. Lyon/M. Noble)

Alone in my kitchen, it's 3 am
As it always seems to be these days
Through a shot glass darkly
Oh, I see what I am
Alone and then lost in a 2-pack haze
And the only light is the neon glow
Of my blue radio
Of my blue radio

I fumble for a cigarette as I fool with the dial
I try to pick up that late night news
The crack in the plaster starts to look like a drunkerd smile
All this damn thing picks up is the blues
So I sit here bathed in the glow
Of my blue radio
Of my blue radio

All night long, I keep hearing the same damn songs
It's all over now and the thrill is gone
Oh, but I remember when we danced real slow
To my blue radio
I remember, baby, when we danced real slow

The music ends and the DJ comes on
And he says, "That last one was a request"
He says he asked the woman, "Is such a sad, sad song
For someone special?"
She said, "Yes"
"But, oh, I know he's out there,
I know he's listening to your show
He's listenin' on his blue radio"

I know he's out there
I know he's listening
Ain't got nowhere else to go
I know he's out there
I know he's out there
I can see him out there with his blue radio

Doppler Shift Music/MSN Music BMI

Train Kept A Rollin'
(T. Bradshaw/H. Kay/S. Nathan)

On a train, I met a dame
She was heaven, yea a real gone Jane
She was pretty, from New York City
And we trucked on down that ol' fair lane
With a "heave!" and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't let her go

Get along, sweet little woman, get along
Better be on your way
Get along, sweet little woman, get along
Better be on your way
With a "heave!" and a "ho!"
Well, I just couldn't let her go

Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
With a "heave!" and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't let her go

We made a stop in Albuquerque
She must have thought
I was a real gone jerk
She got off the train at El Paso
Lookin' so good, Jack, I couldn't let her go

Get along, sweet little woman, get along
Better be on your way
Get along, sweet little woman, get along
Better be on your way
With a "heave!" and a "ho!"
I just couldn't let her go

Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
With a "heave!" and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't let her go

Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
Well, that train kept a rollin' all night long
With a "heave!" and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't let her go

Fort Knox Music Inc./Trio Music Co. Inc. BMI

Time Is Running Wild
(J. Lyon/Nicholson/G. Tallent)

I found my mother leafing through
A book of photographs
And with the rustle of each page
She heard a young boy's laugh
Then she turned and looked at me
Said, "Son, I feel so old"
And in that moment I could see
All the years take hold

Time is running wild again
Stirring up the past
Days I thought would never end
Have flown away so fast
The old man in the mirror
Well, he only sees a child
Time is running wild

They buried my father in a blue serge suit
That I'd never seen him wear
I still see him in his fishing clothes
With the sea wind in his hair
They carved his name on a small brass plaque
On a pier out in the bay
A storm came by in early spring
And blew it all away

Time is running wild again
Stirring up the past
Days I thought would never end
Have flown away so fast
The old man in the mirror
Well, he only sees a child
Time is running wild

We're all born to innocence
Free to run and play
We never see the road behind us
Crumbling away

Time is running wild again
Stirring up the past
All those days I thought would never, never end
They've flown away so fast
Now when I look in the mirror
Still I only see a child
Time is running wild
Time is running wild
Time is running wild

King Of The Night
(J. Lyon/M. Noble)

Battered old hands, black leather jacket
Sad, mournful cat, sweet moonlit racket
And I slid through the alleys
Like some old town stalking
As I go out walking, King of the Night
King of the Night

Night's curtain falls, soft velvet texture
A saxophone calls some ballad by Dexter
Yea, I'm dresses in my best and the locals are gawking
I hear them talking, King of the Night
When I'm out in my kingdom
Cares if the world take flight
King of the Night

Someone is waiting
A falling star's creating
Anticipation in the air
Hidden in the craters of the moon
She's there

Damp morning streets
Small town awakens
Warm rumbled sheets
And the smell of bacon
I peek through kitchen windows
And see couples talking
As I finish walking, King of the Night
Watching over his kingdom
As it fades in the morning light
King of the Night
King of the Night

Into The Mystic
(V. Morrison)

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
And our bodies both as one as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and see the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic 

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will float into the mystic

Into the mystic
Into the mystic
Too late to stop now

Van Jam Music ASCAP