Episodes
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When the Purple Comes
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — 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 isn’t at the edges — it’s in the…
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We Are the Middle
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — 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 isn’t at the edges — it’s in the…
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The Purplemen Are Watchin
We started out as friends just jamming into the night. One song — Purpleman’s Rhythm — 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 isn’t at the edges — it’s in the…
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Dirge – The Purplemen Are Watchin
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.
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Dirge – Humvees Roll
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.
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Dirge – When the Purple Comes
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.
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Dirge – Purpleman’s rhythm
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.
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Dirge – We Are the Middle
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.
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Dirge – Purpleman Whispers
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.
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Dirge – Echo of the Center
Dirge - A collection of dark soul-blues laments built on Hammond organ, slow hand-claps, and choral call-and-response. The “Purpleman” songs speak from the quiet middle—no sermon, no slogan—just the steady rhythm of conscience beneath the noise.
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Dirge – Purplemans Shadow
Sirens are wailing, the night won’t rest, Purpleman’s rhythm pounding in my chest. Chains are rattling, the streets still burn, Truth is a lesson they don’t want to learn.
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Purplemans Shadow – Rust Revival
Footsteps fade where the fire once burned, Streets lie silent, but the tide has turned. Purpleman lingers in the cold night air, A whisper, a warning — he’s still there.
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Purpleman’s Boogie Shuffle – Rust Revival
Leaders spin lies like a busted-down reel, Purpleman grins, makes 'em all feel the wheel. Blue tears floodin', red flames roarin' wild, He jumps the fence with a devilish smile. Broken dreams twist into a jumpin' jive, Screamin' for justice, keepin' hope alive!
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Purpleman Whispers – Rust Revival
Sirens are wailing, the night won’t rest, Purpleman’s rhythm pounding in my chest. Chains are rattling, the streets still burn, Truth is a lesson they don’t want to learn
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Echo of the Center – Rust Revival
Echoes in the alley, where the fringes fray, Purpleman’s gaze cuts through the gray. Far left's venom twists the hope to chains, Far right's fire brands the innocent with pain.
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Purpleman’s Rhythm – Rust Revival
Power in the people, rising from the ground, Purpleman’s rhythm shaking all around. No more hiding, no more chains, We’re the fire running through the veins.
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Martrina & Jasper – At Long Last
I’ve been draggin’ these boots through the ashes, Chasin’ ghosts down a broken line. Every road just burned to cinders, But I kept on movin’, buyin’ time.
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Martrina & Jasper – Can’t Go Back
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.
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Martrina & Jasper – Carry Me Through
Shadows fall in minor lines, Echoes move where silence hides. Cello weeps, the night unravels, Saxophone remembers why.
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Martrina & Jasper – Done It My Way
Well I’ve 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 — Done it my way.
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Martrina & Jasper – Forever Be Mine
In the twilight’s glow, your shadow’s calling, Your skin’s 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.
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Martrina & Jasper – In The Dark Of The Night, What If
So blow that line of maybe, Let the bass keep time with cheer. We’ll swing the truth so lightly, That the pain can’t find us here.
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Martrina & Jasper – Maybe Love Was Late To Show
Maybe love was late to show, Maybe time just ran too fast, But this groove won’t let me go, Keeps the blues from holding fast.
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Martrina & Jasper – Pull Me Closer To The Secret
Take my hand across the silence, where the candles start to lean, Every step a slow confession, Every glance a broken dream.
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Martrina & Jasper – Purpleman’s Rhythm
Power in the people, rising from the ground, Purpleman’s rhythm shaking all around. No more hiding, no more chains, We’re the fire running through the veins.
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Martrina & Jasper – Rolling Away ’25
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 I’m driving on toward a clearer day
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Martrina & Jasper – Shadows Lean In
Smoke curls around our memory, Bass walks under our skin, We’ve been lost in the waiting, Since the night it all began.
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Martrina & Jasper – Silent Monday
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?
About this show
Memories are not forgotten, love songs linger on.
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Elephant in the Ink Room
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