Piano man

(*) Billy Joel

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Making 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-di-dee-da
La-la-di-dee-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 feeling 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 killing 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-di-dee-da
La-la-di-dee-da-da-dum

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking 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 drinking 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 feeling 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 coming 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 doing here?

Oh, la, la-la-di-dee-da
La-la-di-dee-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 feeling alright

Rein me in

 

(*) Olivia Dean & Sam Fender

And I let go of everything I ever had

'Cause I couldn't give the love you deserved
By the Gunner you shouted, "Oh, my God"
It seemed churlish, but it's what I was owed, I suppose
Every flagstone of this town bears our prints
And all the bars 'round here serve my ghosts and carcasses
I wish I knew these things when I was young
'Cause now I've just grown so numb

We take whatever we can to get the reason back
So please, don't rein me in
Don't rein me in
Please, don't rein me in
I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
If I stop, it's just pain
Please, don't rein me in

I wish I could tell you everything
But my stomach was too weak
Sometimes it's easier to throw away your love
Instead of accepting its defeat

Don't rein me in
Please, don't rein me in
Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
If I stop it's just pain
Please, don't rein me in

And I'm, I'm stood here chewing everybody's lugs off
Telling everybody how much I fucked it up
Telling everybody how much I fucked it up
Telling everybody but you, how much I fucked it up
Slow down
Slow down

Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
If I stop it's just pain
Please, don't rein me in
Now I'm working myself up to a nice warm bliss
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
If I stop it's just pain
Please, don't rein me in

Alguien

 

(*) Jorge Luis Borges 

Un hombre trabajado por el tiempo, 

un hombre que ni siquiera espera la muerte 

(las pruebas de la muerte son estadísticas 

y nadie hay que no corra el albur 

de ser el primer inmortal), 

un hombre que ha aprendido a agradecer 

las modestas limosnas de los días: 

el sueño, la rutina, el sabor del agua, 

una no sospechada etimología, 

un verso latino o sajón, 

la memoria de una mujer que lo ha abandonado 

hace ya tantos años 

que hoy puede recordarla sin amargura, 

un hombre que no ignora que el presente 

ya es el porvenir y el olvido, 

un hombre que ha sido desleal 

y con el que fueron desleales, 

puede sentir de pronto, al cruzar la calle, 

una misteriosa felicidad 

que no viene del lado de la esperanza 

sino de una antigua inocencia, 

de su propia raíz o de un dios disperso. 

Sabe que no debe mirarla de cerca, 

porque hay razones más terribles que tigres 

que le demostrarán su obligación 

de ser un desdichado, 

pero humildemente recibe 

esa felicidad, esa ráfaga. 

Quizá en la muerte para siempre seremos,

 
cuando el polvo sea polvo, 

esa indescifrable raíz, 

de la cual para siempre crecerá, 

ecuánime o atroz, 

nuestro solitario cielo o infierno.

Lady Rain

 

(*) Roger Fakhr

Hear the story of the lady rain
It happened in the cloudy, early times of may
The sunshine who was going down his way
Saw the lady cry, cold, talking to her pain

Lady rain, lady rain
Won't you dry up your eyes?
Tell me, what's the reason for the useless cry?
Lady rain, lady rain
Won't you show me your smile?
I'm gonna tell you how to fight the saddest times

"Guiding sunray, " said the lady, "I feel sad" (ooh)
"The winter took away all of the strength I had
I'm going far beyond the highest hill"
No one can ever know how great a pain I feel"

Lady rain, lady rain
Won't you dry up your eyes?
I'm gonna give your heart a home deep in my soul
Lady rain, lady rain
Won't you show me your smile?
I'll never let you walk along the way alone

Hear the story of the lady rain
It ended 'bout the middle of the month of may
The sunshine, his big love couldn't refrain
He went too near and lady rain soon dried away

Lady rain, lady rain
Da-doo-da, doo-da-doo-da
Da-doo-da, dum-da-doo-da, dum-da-doo-da