Después de lo de ayer por la noche... la letra de la canción original no tiene nada que ver con la traducción de Ana Belén, pero ambas están bien.
Piano man - Billy Joel
Its nine oclock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Theres an old man sitting next to me
Makin love to his tonic and gin
He says, son, can you play me a memory?
Im not really sure how it goes
But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger mans clothes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Sing us a song, youre the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And youve got us feelin alright
Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But theres someplace that hed rather be.
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well Im 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 da
Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness
But its better than drinkin alone
Chorus
Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that its me theyve 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?
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
...
VIDEO
Its nine oclock on a saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
Theres an old man sitting next to me
Makin love to his tonic and gin
He says, son, can you play me a memory?
Im not really sure how it goes
But its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger mans clothes
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Sing us a song, youre the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And youve got us feelin alright
Now john at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And hes quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But theres someplace that hed rather be.
He says, bill, I believe this is killing me.
As the smile ran away from his face
Well Im 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 da
Now paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And hes talkin with davy whos still in the navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness
But its better than drinkin alone
Chorus
Its a pretty good crowd for a saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
cause he knows that its me theyve 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?
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
...
VIDEO
5 comentaris:
Que ja estem de vacances!!!!!!!! Oe, oe!
La canço de New York va ser insuperable. Encara que nose si la gent cantava amb nosaltres perquè ho vam fer fantasticament o per ajudar-nos. Tot hi així, vam animar a tot el grup de cantants del piano man.
It's up to you,
New York, Neeew Yooooooooooooork.
Segons (concretament/cimentament 27 segons) el Sete, no hi havia fum. Aleshores em feien mal els ulls de veure'ls a vostès can-tant.
Vivim en una atmosfera permanentment contaminada a base de males idees.
Albus, la gent cantava per ajudar-los... si no se'ls sentia!! Ja ens ensenyarà els vídeos, que de ben segur no tenen desperdici.
Doncs jo tot avui que he estat amb la melodia del New York, New York al cap!!! No me l'he pogut treure ni un moment... (ni tampoc la pudor de fum)
"Start spreading the news... ti ti titiri, ti ti titiri
I'm leaving today... ti ti titiri, ti ti titiri"
Bé, gran dia avui: anant a comprar amb l'Ichal i en Pebràs!! Millor berenar: a base de difernts tipus de greixos en forma de croissant, rosquilles recobertes de xocolata... i tot això en un banc davant de l'Illa, bastant ppèssim (PSIM). I, al vespre, encara millor partit: a semifinals, que és el que compta.
Estic segur, però, que aquest cap de setmana serà molt millor!!
Apa!(nda)
PD: On és qui ha escrit això?
el tabaquisme és positiu menys a tribuna...miri on anem a parar!
coneix el factor JOSELITO?
ah! però en aquell bar hi havia música??
Jo no recordo que sonés aquesta cançó, com de fet no recordo cap cançó... hi havia massa "follon" (que vol dir exactament el que sembla que vol dir, allí hi havia veritables veterans de la pesca amb i ambsense canya...) Recordo que es va intentar cantar Nu-LLor però es sentia més als que no tenien el micro...
I com que sé que l'autor no llegirà això fins d'aquí uns quants dies... Doncs a reveure amb la resta!!
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