Wednesday, November 28, 2012

And here you are.

PIANO MAN... by Azli Jamil Photography
PIANO MAN..., a photo by Azli Jamil Photography on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
My apologies for another reposted shot.
The quote I used for this photo in my yet to be published book (if it ever gets published anyway) is,
"Whenever I talk, I would tell myself to listen."

... by Billy Joel is a song about lost youth and broken dreams and I think the song best decribe this photo and her. I've seen her wearing the same clothes around Khaosan Road for days. I was told that she's crazy and yesterday, I decided to ask to take her photo. I wasn't sure she understood what I asked.

Oh ya! The lyrics goes :

Its 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 its sad and its sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes

La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da

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 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 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, 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 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 its 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?

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da


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