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Sunday, October 4, 2009

I like lyrics

Well it's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"

Oh, la da, da dee da
La da, da dee da, da

Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling all right

Well John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gives me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke
Or a light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As the smile ran away from his face
"Cause I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la da, da dee da
La da, da dee da, da

Well Paul is a real-estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking with Davy
Who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
And they're sharing a drink they call "loneliness"
But it's better than drinking alone

Oh, la da, da dee da
La da, da dee da, da

Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling all right

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'cuz he knows that it's me
They've been coming to see
To forget about life for awhile

And the piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar
And put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

Oh, la da, da dee da
La da, da dee da, da

Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling all right

Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feeling all right

(OR...if you're in the mood for something a bit darker...)

She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yeah, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family

She paints her eyes as black as night, now
She pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes
Pain's gonna make everything all right

She says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
She says she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name

She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
Wears a cross around her neck
Yeah, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is someone she has not met

Not yet

She says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh, yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name

She don't know no lover
None that I ever seen
Yeah, to her that ain't nothing
But to me, yeah to me
It's everything

She paints her eyes as black as night, now
Pulls those shades down tight
Oh, yeah there's a smile when the pain comes
Pain's gonna make everything all right

All right, yeah
She talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
Oh yeah, yeah, angels
Call her out by her name
Oh, angels
They call her out by her name
Oh, she talks to angels
They call her out
Yeah, they call her out
Dont you know that they call her out by her name

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