It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday The unholy thing shambles in He’s too big for the chair sitting next to me And he makes an unbearable din
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man Your skin is a wooden facade You’ve brass pedals for hands And your hair’s copper strands Give unbearable insult to god
A small tinkling echoes through the door. The piano man rises. “The final fight begins,” he growls. “The tambourine man has arrived.”
There once was a poet named Choam, Who everyday writes a great poem we've never met but if we do you can bet after that I'll be so glad I know him.
You sound upset
Nothing but praise for GETTING THE SCANSION RIGHT DAMMIT.
The way I fully sang that...
Paul is a real estate novelist His hero’s a sentient house And he’s talking with Davey Who’s still in the navy (Wearing a lovely blue blouse)
This was a struggle because of the repetitive lyrics.
In an Uptown did Uptown Girl A hot blood Downtown Man decree While the river of high class toys ran Through presents from uptown boys Down to where my ship comes in
Once John at the bar was a friend of mine Till ivory keys pierced through his brain He was buddies with Davey, Wire-strained into gravy, While screaming this pleading refrain:
[wet, bubbling cries for mercy]
Sing us a song..
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a Bosendorfer...
Sing us a song you're the piano man, Now we've got you tied up so tight. You can struggle you know, but we can't let you go. You're gonna scream when we set you alight.
I sense some Gothic Archies here.
The thing is, this could have been an Attila song
That takes me back to Perdido Street. A China Miéville character
His son declares proudly, “that’s my grand father!”
Is it piano or man or a monument To our hubris our malice our sin And it sits at the bar still stinking of tar My god what the hell next will walk in
I can see why the song is mostly harmonica.
thanks I hate it please write more
And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! Her flashing eyes, her floating hair! Jolene!
