Diario éxtimo

From: indigos

Esta es la historia de un sabado
de no importa que mes
y de un hombre sentado al piano
y no importa lo viejo que es.
Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos
apestando entre humo y sudor
y se agarra a su tabla de naufrago
volviendo a su eterna canción.

Cada vez que el espejo de la pared
le devuelve mas joven la piel
se le encienden los ojos y su niñez
viene a tocar junto a él.

Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
sabe a derrota y a hiel.
Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas
que le recuerdan quien fue:
el mas joven maestro al piano
vencido por una mujer.

Ella siempre temió echar raices
que pudieran sus alas cortar
y en la jaula metida la vida se iba
y quiso sus alas robar.

No lamenta que dé‚ malos pasos
aunque nunca desea su mal
pero a ratos, con furia, golpea el piano
y hay algunos que le han visto llorar.
Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
sabe a derrota y a hiel.

El micrófono huele a cerveza
y el calor se podria cortar.
Solitarios, oscuros, buscando pareja
apurandose un sabado mas.

Hay un hombre aferrado al piano
la emoción empapada en alcohol
y una voz que le dice "pareces cansado"
y aun no ha salido ni el sol.
Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor
haces que me sienta bien.
Es tan triste la noche que tu canción
sabe a derrota y a hiel

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Piano Man. Billy Joel
From: WogBlogger

t's nine o'clock on a Saturday
Regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' 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 mans clothes"

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum

Chorus:
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 feelin' alright

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or he'll 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
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' 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
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus
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 got us feeling alright

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it 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 la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum

Chorus:
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 got us
feeling alright