Billy Joel: Piano Man – Regular crowd at the Inn
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A regular evening at a non-descript Inn somewhere in the Riverlands … the usual customers gather … they eat, they drink, they live …
They hum to Tom Sevenstrings's melodic tune raising their cups …
… a toast to the their lives: what is, what was, what could have been …
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It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's a gruff man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his chicken and ale
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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 non-scarred face"
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La la la, di da da
La la di did a dum (and the drum goes) boom doom boom doom
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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
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Now Hot Pie at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And Edd is quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
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He says, "Tom, I believe this is killing me"
As the smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a famous star
If I could get out of this place"
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La la la, di da da
La la di did a dum (and the drum goes) boom doom boom doom
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Now Yoren is a Man of the Night Watch
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Selmy, who's still in the Kingsguard
And probably will be for life
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And the wenches are practicing politics
As the Faceless Man slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
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Sing us a song you're the piano man …
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It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the Innkeeper gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
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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?"
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Oh, la la la, di da da
La la di did a dum (and the drum goes) boom doom boom doom
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Just a regular evening at a non-descript Inn … people from all walks of life: the highborn and the small folk, a hedge knight and a Gold Cloak, a farmer and a Sept, a servant and a Lord … They are all sharing a drink they call life … But it's better than drinking alone …. La la la di di da …
