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Look Out The Window
02:26
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You gotta look out the window,
There's clouds on the horizon.
You gotta look up the forecast,
They're predicting stormy weather.
You gotta read the tea leaves,
To find out what the tea believes.
You gotta check the sundial,
Anything's a sundial if you leave it in the sun for a while,
Your palm tells your future,
This line's your mansion,
This line's your fortune,
This line's your grandson,
Here's the kingdom you will rule
and here's your swimming pool.
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Life's A Pest
04:32
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Life is just a pest that sits between your birth and death.
No one goes untested, unmolested by this wretch, known as life.
But you can find relief, for a price. C'mon and put your hands together now.
Look to the ceiling, kneel in the feeling
and believe in what this being you're appealing to's revealing.
They say it ain't for profit, they say no one can stop it,
And even though it's nonsense, don't it feel nice to be wanted
for a change?
To be wanted ain't so strange, or dishonest,
and let's say you had to put money on it,
wouldn't you take a safe bet?
But life is a disease that knots your spine and rots your teeth,
and when this tough plays rough, well sure enough, the game's for keeps.
You've had your fill of running round, it seems there's no one to be found.
But lo! There's one true game in town. Let's put our hands together now.
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That's Alright
03:38
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There ain't no trick to get you off my mind, there ain't no skill to killing time.
There ain't no corner collection no dust, there ain't no fixture, no faucet not cultivating rust.
I scrubbed the walls, I mopped the floors, I did the dishes, greased the hinges on the doors,
But I never did find what I've been looking for, if it turns up I think I'll know it for sure.
There ain't no cure, ain't no disease; there ain't no symptoms, no sympathy.
There ain't no pill, there ain't no spell; there ain't no better revenge than living well.
I clean my ears, I blow my nose, I trim the nails on my fingers and toes,
But I still haven't found who I've been looking for, I'm trying to get by not looking anymore.
That's all there is, that's all there ever was,
That's all there's ever gonna be and it's more than enough,
That's all there is and that's alright by me.
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Woke up this morning with tears in my eyes, 'cause I had a dream about you.
You were beside me, holding me tight, and I felt that touch that I knew.
I told you I loved you, you told me goodbye, and I cried the whole night through.
Darling I miss you with all of my heart, a heart that is broke in two.
I hope some day you'll come back to me, and we can start all over new.
There may be others from now until then, but I'll never love them true.
If you don't come back, I think I may die- how can you be so cruel?
The thought of you smiling is making me cry, and I don't know what I'll do.
You said you'd come back but that was a lie and I can't live with the truth.
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Brian CC Sasaki & The Scuffed Souls Toronto, Ontario
Brian Sasaki & the Scuffed Souls are a Country, Rockabilly, Blues and Jazz group from Toronto. Their dynamic sets have something for everyone, from love-sick blue-yodels, to foot-stompin', tail-shakin' swing.
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