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Piano man can you play me a memory

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1 Piano man can you play me a memory on Thu Nov 10, 2011 5:30 am


“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


the song playing

as I wander around in my mind

dusting polished wood here

moving a porcelain figure there

the treasures of my thoughts

scattered in the home of my dreams

tied back drapes

and brocade covers

in a mystical place

on a floating address

1365A Me Lane

Like a scene from Moulin Rouge

at times,

a 2nd world war prisoner camp…

la la la, di da da
La la, di di da da dum


Thoughtlessly

I pick up

a silver framed photo of you

trace my finger over your smile

touch the sepia face

in my memory,

I can still hear you

every now and again

speaking to some one

maybe even me,

la la la, di da da
La la, di di da da dum




last rays of light jump about,

as the day turns into night

over the polished Baby Grand

The fire has not been lit

…candle burned out,

monster shadows crawl up

into the corners of me

and the song plays on,….

"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


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