sing the lines right
or the paddle will find your bottom!
listen up bucko
the lyric's are for the Missus,
you tryna tell us something?
those bassoons could use a good cleanin
so if the music don't jive with what you're
singing, look's like the main feature
will do the chores of the peasant!
you see: what we're talking about
is perfection, sing the sound
and we go home on time,
you're do it right
whether you like it or not!
Years ago, this saloon was too boring
and all you saw was cowboys drinking;
no music to take away their blues,
no wonder they all seemed to lose!
I got this low-paying job in Nashville,Tennessee,
a close friend read an ad and referred it to me;
even though Country music is popular and loved:
earning bread and butter in any club was very hard.
With all the bustle on any busy Nashville's street,
it can never have the fast-paced New York beat,
and making a living as a piano player got me almost nowhere...
folks listened and noticed that the Southern spirit wasn't there!
Today I'll be packing, hop on the bus and head up North feeling kind of sad;
it was so nice to have met good folks who smiled, listened and applauded
and living just a few years there, I've learned the friendly hospitality of Rotgut,
but for the sake of my sanity, I must leave this place and not become a nut.
The old piano player tapped a tune but none could tell,
His hands were stiff and frozen, eyes stared into hell.
Tears fell from his cheek bones disappearing in his sweat,
As the lyrics told the story of the demons he had met.
Oh, he played with such emotion, his raspy voice sincere,
Yet the crowd paid no attention to the music in their ear.
They were there for drinks and laughter, forgetting for a while.
While the old piano player sang away his life's last mile.
There were countless roads he'd traveled, with companions now and then.
Fortunes gained, treasures lost to iniquities great den.
Many gods had been before him, he embraced them one by one.
Weaving webs that he had crawled on, now the last was being spun.
Still, the good crowd didn't hear him, as he sang into the night.
Life limped slowly through the rhythm, when the end came into sight.
Then, someone touched his shoulder. "Play a song we know," he said.
And the old piano player, fell upon the keys --- quite dead.
sometimes i wish i could play the piano
play melodies so slow and sad
slam the keys down in a ragind beat
smile as the song gracefully slides across the keys
play the piano as my face changes
play what my heart deseires,
then maybe everything will be done
everthing will be said
everything can be left.
maybe ill learn the piano.
i think it would be a nice idea.
Play me softly,
I am the music of your soul,
a voice that moves you,
notes of inspiration
on an island of tranquility.
Play me roughly,
loud with passion,
a voice that must be heard
yearning for freedom,
escaping through your hands,
removing all of my fears...
Listen to what the man has SAID
Religion is just more or less DEAD
Sir Elton is singing the BLUES
He wants to share with everyone this tragic NEWS
The conclave is not doing -HIT
"Jesus was so full of IT"
Dance to the ravings of a Honky Tonk MAN
Who likes to eat Doritos as fast as he CAN
"The World is close to wwIII-
God,I'm afraid,does nothing for ME"
Reginald DWIGHT wants to show us the LIGHT
"Throw away your Bible but put on my cd TONIGHT"
Heed the words of the Crododile ROCK:
"The Pope of Today,his messages are merely CROCK-
Embrace the new way,courtesy of Topin and ME
This is your preacher,Elton John..
many thanks to Cincinati WKRP
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