Today Billy Joel turns 70 - Happy 70th 'piano man'
While I've never been a fan of his simplistic music, nor his vocals,similar to Paul Simon, I've been a fan of his lyrics.
For instance;
In response to:
Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Ah, but sooner or later, it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one.
Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
Ah, but they never told you the price that you'd pay
For things that you might have done
Only the good die young
That's what I said
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
You might've heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Oh, but that never hurt no one
So come on, Virginia, show me a sign
Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darlin', only the good die young, whoa
That's what I said.
I tell you only the good die young
Only the good die young
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
Mmm, and a cross of gold.
But Virginia, they didn't give you quite enough information
Ah, You didn't count on me
You were counting on your rosary, oh, oh, oh
They say there's a heaven for those who await
Some say it's better, but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners,
than cry with the saints.
The sinners are much more fun.
Don't you know, that Only the good die young.
Your mother told you all I could give you was a reputation
Ah, she never cared for me
But, did she ever say a prayer for me.
Come out, come out, come out !
Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
And I wanna be the one
Darling, only the good die young
That's what I said.
Only the good die young
Only the good die young !
Only the good, only the good die young.
Come out, Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Ah, but sooner or later, it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one.
Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
Ah, but they never told you the price that you'd pay
For things that you might have done
Only the good die young
That's what I said
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
You might've heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Oh, but that never hurt no one
So come on, Virginia, show me a sign
Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darlin', only the good die young, whoa
That's what I said.
I tell you only the good die young
Only the good die young
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
Mmm, and a cross of gold.
But Virginia, they didn't give you quite enough information
Ah, You didn't count on me
You were counting on your rosary, oh, oh, oh
They say there's a heaven for those who await
Some say it's better, but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners,
than cry with the saints.
The sinners are much more fun.
Don't you know, that Only the good die young.
Your mother told you all I could give you was a reputation
Ah, she never cared for me
But, did she ever say a prayer for me.
Come out, come out, come out !
Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
And I wanna be the one
Darling, only the good die young
That's what I said.
Only the good die young
Only the good die young !
Only the good, only the good die young.
Comments (10)
Don't go changing to try and please me
You never let me down before
M-m-m-m-m-m...
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore.
I would not leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
M-m-m-h-m-m
I took the good times
I'll take the bad times
I take you just the way you are.
Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
M-m-m-m-m-m...
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care
I don't want clever conversation
Never want to work that hard
M-m-m-h-m-m-m-m-m
I just want someone, that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.
Need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take 'till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you
I said I love you, that's forever
This I promise from the heart
M-m-m-h-m-m...
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.
I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
M-m-m-m-m-m
I just want someone, that I can talk to.
I want you just the way you are.
I only like this one. Bit like a CS song.
Piano Man was Joel's first hit.
It's nine o'clock on a saturday
Regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sittin' 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 man's clothes
La-la-la de-de da
La-la de-de da 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 feelin' alright
Related
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 to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says Bill I believe this is killing me
As a 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-da
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...
Sing us the 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
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-da
Sing us the 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
But I wish him a happy birthday and many more to come.
It's his lyrics, that are appealing to me.
Debbie from Trinidad and Tobago
There's an old coot who is emailing me
Making no sense of it all
She says boy can you write me melody I'm not sure how it goes but, it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete when wore a young girl's clothes
Write us a blog your the blogger man
Write us a blog tonight
Well we're all in a mood for a story
And you got us feeling alright!!
Now Jim is a friend if mine he deletes my comments for free
And he's quick with a joke and a literal poke but, there's someplace he'd rather be.
He says He believes Trump is killing him with his thoughts and policies
Well he thinks he could be president if he could get everyone only to believe.
Now Molly is quite a blogger, she is smarter than she leads us to believe,
And she's writing to Bloody, Daniela, and Exred
On their recent ideas she received.
Oh la la la di da
La La di da da da dum
Write us a blog Mr blogger man
Write us a blog tonight
Well we're all in a mood for a story
Just treat us ladies alright.
And the ladies are practising to be critics as the boys here slowly get stoned
Yes we're all sharing a drink called loneliness but it's better than drinking alone.
Write us a blog Mr blogger man
Write us a blog tonight
Well we're all in a mood for a story
Just treat us ladies alright.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
the web master gives us a smile cause he knows it's here they all come to, to forget about life for awhile.
And the blogs polls and forums they read like a carnival
And the servers are all on fire
As they sit at their monitors and drinking their beer and ask what are we doing here??!!
Write us a blog your the blogger man
Write us a blog tonight
Well we're all in a mood for a story
And you got us feel in alright!!