The Sand Pebbles give a good approximation of what the Gene Clark Group of 1967 would've sounded like live losing the baroque border trumpets of the David Hemmings version for a more phased, flower punk version.

_{Hemmings Happening}

"If you're going to do that Mexicali thing, you gotta do it right," admits singer Andrew Tanner. "And Manuel and Jose were busy. Instead everything gets strained through the Pebbles filter. I think Gene would give that philosophy his warm blessing. I like the deadpan tone of the lyrics. It's like a break up song written by Sam Spade. But who the hell is the 'Duchess Of Sooth' - a fortune teller with pretensions?"

_{The Gene Clark Group}

Corner bar, smoke filled room full of inclination
I went down to some market street preachers for inspiration
And as my mind got face set to the window with exaggeration
I thought I was falling through
But I was told to be standing too
And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you

Introduced to a butcher disguised in such blind elation
Tried a Duchess of Sooth, who kept her booth selling quaint quotations
As she complained of red haired dead losers causing her aggravation
I talked about what our life could do
To seek her eyes as to what I was seeing through
And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you

Boarded in on the thirteenth floor of the Hotel Confusion
I was asked 'Don't you think that your thoughts are only an illusion?'
And as I looked to the street below from the ledge of simple exclusion
I was stopped by the thought of you
And not what I was thinking to do
And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you