WHAT’S YOUR NAME       Lyrics       © Joan Rutberg 2013*                 

Hangin’ with my girl friends passin’ the day
                                                                                                                                    Walked round’ the corner  I turned and looked away                                                             

Too shy to say  What’s your Name... What’s Your Name                                                               Too shy to say What’s Your Name

Now I dream of what’s your name every single day
                                                                                                                                      Why oh why did I let you slip away   Slip away
                                                                                                                                     What’s Your Name   What’s Your Name

I can’t believe my eyes   must be my lucky day                                                                   

Here comes what’s your name walking my way 
                                                                                                                                           This time I’m gonna’ say
                                                                                                                                      Here’s my number   call me today 
                                                                                                                                             Don’t wait till’ tomorrow                                                                                                         And by the way
What’s Your Name    what’s Your Name
Here’s my number call me today                                           Don’t wait till’ tomorrow and by the way
What’s You Name 
Here’s my number call me today                                             Don’t wait till’ tomorrow and by the way                                       What’s Your name       What’s Your Name


Whats Your Name (c) 2013

"Walk The Walk"                                                                                                                   Recorded at "Shut Up And Play Studio", North Hills, California - Vocalist- Alex Nester 

"Grandma walked the walk with mama                                                                             Faithfully                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Singing talkin’ the talk’s quicksand                                                                                   Beneath my feet
                                                                                                                                            
My mama took me by the hand                                                                                                     Led me tenderly 
                                                                                                                                   Singin' shadow don’t cast no shadow                                                                                                                                       Believe you me 

Shadow don’t cast no shadow                                                                                                        It’s a memory of a memory                                                                                                             Girl take my hand                                                                                                                                And walk the walk with me

Held my daughter by the hand                                                                                                          Bid her follow me                                                                                                                             Passed her the key to the Kingdom of Heaven                                                                 Eternity 

Cause’ the shadow don’t cast no shadow                                                                                           It’s a memory of a memory                                                                                                           Come take my hand and walk the walk with me
 
Change the world   plant a seed                                                                                              The scale can tip   with one good deed 
                                                                  
Take my hand and Walk the walk with me...Walk the walk with me                                                                                                  Walk the walk with me...  Walk the Walk with me... Walk the walk with me"
                                                     


Walk The Walk (c) 2013

Lyrics (c) 2013

Beware mama said my sweet                                                                                                 of the guy groveling at your feet
                                                                                                                           Something’s up his sleeve                                                                                                

Sooner or later  he’s gotta’ breathe

If his eyes tell lies   don’t grieve 
Give no mercy no reprieve    
Show him the door bid him leave         
Sooner or later he’s gotta’ breathe

See your future in his eyes believe
                                                                                                                                                                  
Feel truth in his touch
                                                                                                                                       Never let him leave
                                                                                                                                       Hold on tight believe                                                                                                                 Hold on tight and breathe

See the future in his eyes believe                                                                                                    Feel truth in his touch never let him leave    
Hold on tight believe                                                                                                             Hold on tight and breathe                                                                                                   Just breath                                                                                                                                 Just breathe  just breathe  just breathe     (c) 2013               



Breathe

LITTLE LOVE NOTES LYRICS © 2012
No I won’t share with that blond over there                                                                                                                                                                  Don’t even try                                                                                                                                   Though you’re hard to resist                                                                                                                                                         You can kiss my ass good-bye
Now I sit and stare at the tv’s glare                                                                                                                    Feeling trashed and bruised                                                                                                                                                                          Hidden here and there with you’re usual flair                                                                                                                    I’m so confused    
Stuffed in my stocking                                                                                                                   Stashed in my shoes                                                                                                                                     Under my pillow’s another clue                                                                                          Everywhere I turn  I feel the after-burn                                                                                  Little Love Notes  From You
Thought you we’re so damn clever pleading stay we’re forever                                                        With a tear in your eye                                                                                                               Putting on a show                                                                                                                                                             I didn’t buy 
Now I’m sadder than sad  bluer than blue                                                                                            The reason why                                                                                                                                                                                                                 You still turn my cheeks a crimson hue                                                                                                                                                                                             Make me cry                                                                                                                               We had something rare but you didn’t care                                                                I’m feeling used                                                                                                                             Life ain’t fair  more than I can bare                                                                                      I’m not amused                                                                                                                                       
Stuffed in my stocking                                                                                                                                        Stashed in my shoes                                                                                                                                                            Under my pillow’s another clue                                                                                                                                                              Everywhere I turn  I feel the after-burn                                                                                                                          Little Love Notes  From You
Stuffed in my stocking                                                                                                                                            Stashed in my shoes                                                                                                                                                            Under my pillow’s another clue                                                                                                                                                              
Every day of the week I’m  playing Hide and Seek                                                                                                                                                     With Love Notes   Little Love Notes                                                                                 Little Love Notes from You                                                                                                    Little Love Notes from You                                                                                                     Little Love Notes from You   


Little Love Notes (c) 2012

He Ain’t The Lovin’ Kind Lyrics © 2013  

I ain’t stupid   I ain’t blind                                                                Just out a’ luck  out a’ time                                                             Out of my head  out of my prime                                                      I know he ain’t the lovin’ kind
So I bare my soul  hide my pride                                                                     Slip under cover by his side                                                                              I got nowhere left to hide                                                                                           I know he ain’t the lovin’ kind
Pull me close with all your might                                                                      Ignite the night                                                                                                           I won’t beg  just hold me tight                                                                                                         I know   I know                                                                                             I know you ain’t the lovin’ kind

He Ain't The Lovin' Kind

Wish I'd Waited For Love (Music and Lyrics By Joan Rutberg copyright 2011

Two dozen red roses and a silly grin rapping at my door My no turned to yes on a whim threw my blue jeans on the floor
Now I'm thinking about what could have been walking along the shore kicking myself over should have been wanting more
Wish I'd waited for love

On the outside looking in Seeing things as they are Throwing caution to the wind Didn't get me very far Whipping myself over might have been Needing more
Wishing I'd waited for love

Wish I'd waited for love They say a window opens when a door closes Lord heal my heart Damn those roses Wish I'd waited Oh Wish I'd waited for love For love 


Wish I'd Waited For Love- Pop version) (c) 2011

WISH I’D WAITED FOR LOVE (c)2011

TWO DOZEN RED ROSES AND A SILLY GRIN
RAPPING AT MY DOOR                                                                                                    MY NO TURNED TO YES ON A WHIM THREW MY BLUE JEANS ON THE FLOOR
NOW I’M THINKING ABOUT WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN WALKING ALONG THE SHORE KICKING MYSELF OVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN WANTING MORE
WISH I’D WAITED FOR LOVE
ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN SEEING THINGS AS THEY ARE THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND DIDN’T GET ME VERY FAR WHIPPING MYSELF OVER MIGHT A' BEEN NEEDING MORE
WISHING I’D WAITED FOR LOVE

THEY SAY A WINDOW OPENS WHEN A DOOR CLOSES LORD HEAL MY HEART DAMN THOSE ROSES

WISH I’D WAITED  WISH I’D WAITED FOR LOVE  FOR LOVE  FOR LOVE

Wish I'd Waited For Love-Acoustic Version-Rough Demo (c) 2011

My Heart’s a Boldfaced Liar - Lyrics
Don't have a clue what to do, my situations dire
A little devil whisper's in my ear, go after your heart's desire
I've landed on my knees again, crawling through the mire
As it turns out, with out a doubt, my heart's a bold-faced liar
Searching for a good man, but my heart craves fire
It doesn't know what it's talking about, my heat's a bold-faced liar. 
Her I go again jumping in the fryer
Don't need your advice, I threw the dice
You're preaching to the choir
Searching for a good man, but my heart craves fire
It doesn't know what it's talkin' about, my heart's a bold-faced liar
Lord send me my true love to have and hold
Cause I can't find him, you must have broken the mold 
Searching for a good man, but my heart craves fire
It doesn't know what it's talking about, my heart's a bold-faced liar
A bold-faced liar, a bold-faced, a bold-faced Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar 



My Hearts a BoldFaced Liar #2 (c) 2010

“Epitaph” was inspired by my late uncle who was in the Navy during WW2. I wrote this song to honor all of our brave men and women who went to war healthy and strong and returned home changed forever."

Epitaph – Lyrics                     By Joan Rutberg  © 2014


Never was one for talking                                                                                                                         On his own                                                                                                         All I got was a hi and a goodbye                                                                                 On the telephone
We knew him as the quiet one                                                                  Didn’t mind being alone                                                                      Gambled away all his nights and days                                                                                           A rolling stone             
I never knew the demons                                                                                          He kept deep inside                                                                                                      I only knew the honor he wore                                                                                                    With pride 
Bugle cry                                                                                                            Atone                                                                                                                  Carry him home, carry him home 
Never was one for talking                                                                                                                         A rolling stone                                                                                                                 Bugle cry soar on high                                                                                  Bring him home
Bugle cry soar on high, bring him home                                                Bring him home                                                                                               Bring him home


Epitaph   by Joan Rutberg (c) 2014

Lyrics
Hold me close glide me cross the floor                                                                                  A soft caress leaves me wanting more                                                                                                                         Gimme’ a slow dance romance A slow dance romance                                               Twitter makes me jitter got no spark                                                                                   E-mail’s miss the mark                                                                                                                                I want a Lover’s Swoon A kiss in the dark                                                                  Gimme’ a slow dance romance, a slow dance romance                                                      Dot-Net me might as well forget me good lovin’s an Art                                                     G-Mails don’t impress me Keep us apart                                                                            Don’t go T’ Myspace it ain’t my place I’ll pass                                                                       I want a silver moon A lover’s tune A slow dance romance                                                                 Gimme’ good lovin’ first class                                                                                                    An after-glow that lasts                                                                                                     Ain’t too much T’ ask   I want a slow dance romance, a slow dance romance                    Dot-Net Me might as well forget me Good lovin’s an art                                                      G-Mail don’t impress me Keep us apart                                                                                  I want a silver moon a lover’s tune A slow dance romance                                                         Take my advice add sugar n’ spice                                                                                    And a slow dance romance Slow dance romance, slow dance romance







Slow Dance Romance

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