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Mr. Cyclops
03:47
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Mr. Cyclops
I stumbled through your world a broken man with one eye
You took me in an exile from the kingdom of the blind
You didn’t know it, thought I could read your signs
But mostly what I did was block the sun, turn daylight into night
I tried to trace your path followed down the steps you took
I watched your every step, studied you by the book
I danced behind you, but when you turned around to look
Saw flailing chaos, you’re Peter Pan, I’m Captain Hook
I’m Mr Cyclops with my giant Cyclops hands
More hurricane than rainbow, that’s what I didn’t understand
I’m Mr Cyclops with my giant Cyclops gait
Try to lift you up so high, but end up crushing you with my weight
My feet they feel like tanks rumbling through your quiet town
Far too jarring, out of place, even their very sound
Not meant for narrow lanes quaint cafes peaceful grounds
They just bash around and knock your lovely houses down
I’m Mr Cyclops with my giant Cyclops hands
More hurricane than rainbow, that’s what I didn’t understand
I’m Mr Cyclops with my giant Cyclops gait
Try to lift you up so high, but end up crushing you with my weight
I open up my giant’s mouth to tell you what you do to me
That when I look at you, a gorgeous lioness is what I see
But the words they fight me, what comes out is hello cute kitty
Your eyes they darken, I walk the plank into the cold black sea
I stumbled through your world a broken man with one eye
You took me in an exile from the kingdom of the blind
You didn’t know it, thought I could read your signs
But mostly what I did was block the sun, turn daylight into night
I stumbled through your world a broken man with one eye
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Please Please Please
03:00
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Please Please Please
O Please, Please, Please I’m begging on my knees
My feet are sore from walking, but my soul is on the breeze
If you don’t own no walking boots, I’ll have to say goodbye
I’d rather be a lonely man than lay down here and die
Ever since I can remember, the road has been my guide
But now my feet can’t move without you walking by my side
I curse your name in vain, cause your heart is part of mine
So let’s hit the open road tonight and leave this town behind
O Please, Please, Please I’m begging on my knees
My feet are sore from walking, but my soul is on the breeze
If you don’t own no walking boots, I’ll have to say goodbye
I’d rather be a lonely man than lay down here and die
Well I’m not the kind to live alone, but a flame’s under my feet
and my boots echo hollow down the sorrow of these streets
Let’s hit the open road tonight, with the moonlight shining down
There’ll be time enough to rest our feet, when we’re six feet in under ground
O Please, Please, Please I’m begging on my knees
My feet are sore from walking, but my soul is on the breeze
If you don’t own no walking boots, I’ll have to say goodbye
I’d rather be a lonely man than lay down here and die
Don’t wanna make fuss sweetheart, but you’re the one for me
You say my wayward ways will damn my soul eternally
Let’s walk away when the stars are out, I know you’ll see the light,
So if you want to save my soul let’s leave this town tonight
O Please, Please, Please I’m begging on my knees
My feet are sore from walking, but my soul is on the breeze
If you don’t own no walking boots, I’ll have to say goodbye
‘cause I’d rather be a lonely man than lay down here and die
So please, please, please, why won’t you come with me
If you just put your faith in love the road will set us free
This town ain’t gonna break me, but I cannot live a lie
You know I’ve got no love to give if I’m dead before I die
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You Are Talking
02:26
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Nothing but Time
03:50
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Nothing but Time
I’ve got nothing but time for you
I’ve got nothing but time for you
Working late, insult under my skin
Old winter’s forgotten night moving in
Sometimes it feels like we never begin
Each promised leap forward trips us again
Judgement passed by the ticking of clocks
Each pocket of silver extracted from time
Like wild-lit gems in untameable rock
Every second with you outshines, the fool’s dime.
I’ve got nothing but time for you
I’ve got nothing but time for you
Visions in oceans sailed uncertainly
Each hour spent with you shines in time’s blinded sea
Uncounted graces that I have received
Have all guided my years straight to you, invisibly.
Sometimes I think there’s a language for this
To refuse a world that turns names into lists
When I saw your eyes open into this world
I heard a voice that sings between words
I’ve got nothing but time for you
I’ve got nothing but time for you
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The Dustbowl Daddies Ottawa, Ontario
For The Dustbowl Daddies, music is about bringing people together. Combining four-voice harmony with an acoustic/electric folk feel, backed up with old-time banjo, mandolin, Telecaster twang and swinging trumpet, we write high energy, upbeat tunes that get people moving. ... more
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