Mark Rudd

Mark Rudd

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Loose guitar, smooth vocals, and soulful lyrics infused with the stories of love, life, and song.

Biography

Winning the 2006 New Generation Song Contest with his song "School Kids", Mark Rudd hits the ground running after landing on the West Coast. With a loose guitar, smooth vocals, and moving lyrics, this self taught singer/songwriter has been described as a soulful singer songwriter with a familiar but original sound. Currently, Mark is working on his first solo album due to be released in the summer of 2006.

Lyrics

School Kids

Written By: Mark Rudd

Could every time feel like the first time with you, just like two school kids who threw out all the rules, but for some reason I know just what to do, just what to do, when I’m loving you…

Sunrise is coming I get lost in your eyes, pressed up together it’s a matter of time, hands searching further never crossing that line, crossing that line, well maybe this time…

And then you, look at me, just as I, use to be…

Could every time feel like the first time with you, just like two school kids who threw out all the rules, but for some reason I know just what to do, just what to do, when I’m loving you…

And then you, look at me, just as I, use to be…

Could every time feel like the first time with you, just like two school kids who threw out all the rules, but for some reason I know just what to do, just what to do, when I’m loving you, when I’m loving you, when I’m loving you…

Space Jet

Written By: Mark Rudd

I’m trying to appease the process from this starship we never land. Communication with my brother all the way to Japan. Now in my space jet hit the throttle go as fast as I can. We left these Mid west houses trade it in for new LA tans.

Because first we launch, and then we land, you hear a beat, so clap your hands, your feet will slide, you’ll move and sway, theres no more dismal or dismay. Now inmy space jet hit the throttle go as fast as I can. We left these Mid west houses trade it in for new LA tans.

Your knees are weak, it’s time to go, your backs are packed, your about to flow, the map is set, the road is wide, forget the past, and pass her, bye, good-bye, good-bye…

I’m trying to appease the process from this starship we never land. Communication with my brother all the way to Japan. Now in my space jet hit the throttle go as fast as I can. We left these Mid west houses trade it in for new LA tans…

Chiwawa

Written By: Mark Rudd

I know that your houlding a chiwawa, so I said it's nice to meet ya maybe see ya tomarrow...tomarrow. Cause your riding in a limo buying dimond crusted collars while I'm driving in a Saturn seven dollars to an hour...an hour.

I saw this little lady, see was acting kinda shady, she's got the guys attention wealth and fame no need to mention, she pays no cover fees, no waits in line she's vip, she caught my eye I looked at her you know she looked at me...

I know that your houlding a chiwawa, so I said it's nice to meet ya maybe see ya tomarrow...tomarrow. Cause your riding in a limo buying dimond crusted collars while I'm driving in a Saturn seven dollars to an hour...an hour.

I struck a conversation, half past twelve no hesitation, I poured myself a drink, lit a match, kicked up my feet, she nudged up next to me, grabbed my hand it's time to leave, we had relations til the sun came up the next mourning.

I know that your houlding a chiwawa, so I said it's nice to meet ya maybe see ya tomarrow...tomarrow. Cause your riding in a limo buying dimond crusted collars while I'm driving in a Saturn seven dollars to an hour...an hour.