This series will include as many of my all-time
favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak). Now, each one included in each edition will
have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination,
but they will not be numbered. For I
just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others. So, this will not be a countdown, but if you
are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter. Besides, with no countdown, this could go on
forever and ever! Oh, and despite the
fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite
as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make. For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by
nature.
The Guitar Man
Bread
Who draws the crowd
And plays so loud
Baby
It’s the guitar man
Who’s gonna steal the show
You know
Baby
It’s the guitar man
He can make you love
He can make you cry
He will bring you down
Then he'll get you high
Somethin’ keeps him goin’
Miles and miles a day
To find another place
To play
Night after night
Who treats you right
Baby
It’s the guitar man
Who’s on the radio
You go listen
To the guitar man
Then he comes to town
And you see his face
And you think you might
Like to take his place
Somethin’ keeps him driftin’
Miles and miles away
Searchin’ for the songs
To play
Then you listen to the music
And you like to sing along
You want to get the meanin’
Out of each and every song
Then you find yourself a message
And some words to call your own
And take them home
He can make you love
He can get you high
He will bring you down
Then he'll make you cry
Somethin’ keeps him movin’
But no one seems to know
What it is that makes
Him go
Then the lights begin to flicker
And the sound is getting’ dim
The voice begins to falter
And the crowds are getting’ thin
But he never seems to notice
He’s just got to find
Another place
To play
He’s got to play
Piano Man
Billy Joel
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The 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 dum
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 to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says
Bill I believe this is killin’ 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 practicin’ politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharin’ a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin’ alone
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
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 awhile
And the piano 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
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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