Lyrics:
a piano player
The voice, part of their dream
I was thirty five and maybe I was fifteen
It was just another night in the presence of Martin Luther King
took my girlfriend Peggy
To watch him play a concert at Carnegie.
V-L-ADIMI-R, that's Vladimir.
And he plays piano good,
Like a real piano player
piano player
Dog, yeah, that's it
'I'm gon' do it again for ya, everybody'
If you lose your head, you know
What goes with it finally
Look at that sax
Piano Player
Ha, ha, dog, yeah
That's it, I'm gon' do it again for ya, everybody
Ha, ha
If you lose your head
You know what goes with it finally
Look
travelin'
Time travelin' (time travellin')
Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime
Now I write rhymes, sip white wine and let my light shine
Out
the fairy on the Christmas tree
Big Eddie and his songs are growing old
The piano player blames his fingers
Says they're freezing cold
And the tinsel hardly
It's early in the morn' down
In the small cafe
The waiters stand there yawning
The people drift away
But just before I go now so reluctantly
Mr piano
Bru-brussel
Eu quero Ive Bru-Brussel
Bru-brussel
Bru-brussel (piano player)
Eu quero Ive Bru-Brussel
Bru-brussel
Bru-brussel
Eu quero Ive Bru-Brussel
pocket watch that he never did wind
He crippled a piano player for playin' his favorite song
Yeah, me and Billy The Kid, we ain't never got along
Yeah,
you been, time travelin *echoes*
Time travelin *echoes*
Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime
Now I write rhymes, sip white wine and let my
face, disgraced, God forbid you
Fall off of the face of the Earth to chase
The black hole of what you
Thought it was worth today
"Don't shoot the piano
pocket watch that he never did wind
He crippled a piano player for playin' his favorite song
Yeah, me and Billy The Kid, we ain't never got along
Yeah,
Old jazz guys being interviewed
Thirty years beyond their prime
With memories of road shows
From the Golden Age of Swingtime
The piano player
pocketwatch that he never did wind
He crippled the piano player
For playin' his favorite song
No, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy
pocketwatch that he never did wind
He crippled the piano player
For playin' his favorite song
No, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy
This human experiment will reach its violent end
But I look at you
As our second drinks arrive
The piano player's playing "This Must Be the Place"
You ain't goin' to shoot the piano player are you?
Please, no more!
I'm hurt
Can't you see I'm hurt
You shot me, please don't! don't
let me
There are windows on the water
Lighting up the silver strand
Shining on the sea
Shining on the sea
And the ocean's just a player
On an old
pocket watch
He never did wind. He crippled a piano player for playin his favorite song. Yah
Me and Billy the Kid, we never got along.
Me and Billy
all skin games and jelly roll
Red eye and beer
They're all as mean as rat snakes
All got knives in their boots
Even the piano player, man
He
tide
And he followed its will, until all was still, the piano player died
don't remember
Sitting at the bar drinking beer
Happy hour's over and love's cost me dear
The piano player sits at his stool
He's playing
swinging
The piano player stopped playing (hey-hey)
In the shadows I could hear archaic Spanish phrases (hey-hey)
The preacher stood up from his table, in
You ain't goin' to shoot the piano player are you?
Please, no more!
I'm hurt
Can't you see I'm hurt
You shot me, please don't! don't
let me
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