lunes, 7 de septiembre de 2009

Piano Man




El hombre del Piano


Esta es la historia de un sábado, de no importa que mes, y de un hombre sentado al piano de no importa que viejo café.

Toma el vaso y le tiemblan las manos, apestando entre humo y sudor, y se agarra a su tabla de naufrago, volviendo a su eterna canción.

Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor, haces que me sienta bien, es tan triste la noche en que tu canción sabe a derrota y a miel.

Cada vez que el espejo en la pared le devuelve más joven la piel, se le encienden los ojos y su niñez viene a tocar junto a él.

Pero siempre hay borrachos con babas, que le recuerdan quien fue, el más joven maestro al piano vencido por una mujer.

Ella siempre temió echar raíces, que pudieran sus alas cortar y en las jaula metida, la vida se le iba y quizo sus fuerzas probar.

No lamenta que de malos pasos, aunque nunca desea su mal, pero a ratos con furia golpea el piano y hay algunos que le han visto llorar.

Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor, haces que me sienta bien, es tan triste la noche en que tu canción sabe a derrota y a miel.

El micrófono huele a cerveza y el calor se podría tocar, solitarios oscuros, buscando pareja, apurándose un sábado más.

Hay un hombre aferrado a un piano la emoción empapada en alcohol, y una voz que le dice:
"pareces cansado, y aún, no ha salido ni el sol".

Toca otra vez, viejo perdedor, haces que me sienta bien, es tan triste la noche en que tu canción sabe a derrota y a miel.





Piano Man.


It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting 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, di da da
La la, di di da da dum

Chorus:
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 all feelin' all right

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke and he'll light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As his 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 da da
La la, di da 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 practicing politics
As the businessman slowly gets stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus
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 got us all 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 comin' to see
To forget about their life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnivore
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, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Chorus:
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 got us all feeling alright

Billy Joel. Videoclip.



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