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Doug Davis - All Kinds
03:28
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you take these
simple kinds of people
you think they’d
learn a thing or two
and if you lowball me
might be the death of you
Got me a
Pocket flask of whiskey
Got me a
dirty pack of cards
Bet you’re the kinda girl
Won’t waste my time tonight
Look at me, ma
on a winning streak
I’m as good as you any
day of the week
thought you might be
of an open-mind
but you froze up good
when you realized it takes all kinds
you spent your years
inside a classroom
only to find the lion’s thorn
hell, I believed in nothing
the day that I was born
Looks like I’m
Leaving empty-handed
But I’ll take a
Sorry souvenir
And you won’t see my face
Or hear my name ‘round here
Look at me, ma
on a winning streak
I’m as good as you any
day of the week
thought you might be
of an open-mind
but you froze up good
when you realized it takes all kinds
Nothing is perfect; that’s life
Other people have their opinions
It takes all kinds to make the world go round
I’ve always said so
Look at me, ma
on a winning streak
I’m as good as you any
day of the week
thought you might be
of an open-mind
but you froze up good
when you realized it takes all kinds
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Man of the Crowd
I was sitting in the cafe
thumbing through a magazine in Soho
and I saw an old man on street
looking back at me oh no oh no
he said I am like a book that can’t be read
a book that can’t be read
I was smoking cigarettes living in my coffee dreams in Soho
and the old man in the crowd
was pacing up and down the street In Soho
and he said I am like a book that can’t be read
a book that can’t be read
And he looked so strange to me
so I followed him around
I thought will trouble follow me
so stopped and turned around
I walked the feast of San Gennaro
and I tumbled through the crowd to Soho
and the streets they were so loud
and crowds walked up and down Soho
And I said i am like a book that can’t be read
a book that can’t be read
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On days I know he’s coming, I’m smiling ear to ear
Whatever else is happening, it all just disappears
Walking round the neighborhood with my oldest bestest mate
“Sorry Emma, all the chores can wait”
His place was full of instruments and always smelled like cake
A leader and a solider, this gentleman could bake
And pound on that piano, and scrape a mean guitar
Some times we’d take a short walk, others far
The day we walked to London, from seven sisters lane
Aday that changed my life and I would never be the same
Inside it was a beehive, with instrumentals and sound
Soaked it in, then drank the whole place down
They tested the guitar strings, and pounded out a beat
Saxophones and violins, that magical retreat
I fell in love with instruments, and wished up a star
One day I’ll get my own guitar
At first I couldn’t reach it, he told me I should wait
And when the time is right my boy, you need not hesitate
One day I reached to grab it, but I didn’t need to say
He handed it straight over for me to play
My first guitar, my first guitar
I think about it rolling round, wherever we are
My first guitar, before I hit that stage
My first guitar, and my best mate (Gus)
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This song is inspired by a spiritual story by Bashar.
Words are Japanese but the English translation is below.
Hope this is ok…
Uchu-no-hosoku (the universal laws)
Shu Nakamura 20121
I want someone to understand that we're not just living in vain
But I’m having the usual morning today
Even if I was told with such a frustrated face that nothing would progress
What do you know about me?
There are nights when I can't sleep because I'm worried
No matter how hard you try, you won't be rewarded at all
I'm tired of spending every day idling
Why don’t you gently mutter the universal laws in your heart?
We exist
Everything is here and now
The all are the one
What you put out is what you get back
Everything changes except the first four laws
I should have been chasing my dream, but I lost sight of it and got stuck
The reality is not sweet, and every day goes by vacantly
It’s not like “like” or “hate”, I have to do it because there is no choice
Nobody sympathizes if I throw it out now
The dream that is almost giving up by losing the battle
Memories that I had thrown away a long time ago
Tired of seeing smoldering in the back of my chest
Why don’t you gently mutter the universal laws in your heart?
We exist
Everything is here and now
The all are the one
What you put out is what you get back
Everything changes except the first four laws
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