right out the door;
the words I held back,
I don’t hold back no more:
Ha! yakkety yak!
That saxophone blared
a brand new what if and
thank God, what’s next
in my head and in my heart.
Yakety, yak!
And I don’t look back.
What a time it was. Back in Seattle in the 1960s on Saturday nights, we teens thronged together in dance clubs. Those amazing musicians pounded out the beat, the saxophone player were gods, and we didn’t think about anything but the music.
The Coasters and “Don’t Look Back” echoes even now with that jolting sense of possibility and freedom. Here's a 1 minute 47 second sound byte that will take you back!
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