Posted on 2009/08/20


Na miano najlepszej pijackiej piosenki zasłużył sobie Billy Joel z „Piano Man” i wie o tym nie tylko magazyn „Rolling Stone”. Biesiadna melodia, upojny zaśpiew, barowy teledysk i tekst pełen zniszczonych życiem lokalnych pijaczków mówią same za siebie.

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

Sing Us a Song, You’re the Piano Man
Sing Us a song Tonight
Well, Were 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 theres 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


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 Businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, They’re sharing a drink They call loneliness
But it’s better than drinkin’ alone

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 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 doin’ here?

by: Adam Kruk 2009

Posted in: Adam Kruk, Muzyka