Álbum Streetlife Serenade de Billy Joel

Billy Joel

Álbum: Streetlife Serenade

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  1. Streetlife SerenaderVer letra 5:18

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    letra de Streetlife Serenader

    Streetlife serenader
    Never sang on stages
    Needs no orchestration
    Melody comes easy
    Midnight masquerader
    Shoppin' center heroes
    Child of Eisenhower
    New world celebrator
    Streetlife serenaders
    Have such understanding
    How the words are spoken
    How to make the motions
    Streetlife serenaders
    Have no obligations
    Hold no grand illusions
    Need no stimulation
    Midnight masqueraders
    Workin' hard for wages
    Need no vast arrangements
    To do their harmonizing

  2. Los AngelenosVer letra 3:41

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    letra de Los Angelenos

    Los Angelenos
    All come from somewhere
    To live in sunshine
    Their funky exile
    Midwestern ladies
    High-heeled and faded
    Drivin' sleek new sports cars
    With their New York cowboys
    Hiding up in the mountains
    Laying low in the canyons
    Goin' nowhere on the streets
    With their Spanish names
    Makin' love with the natives
    In their Hollywood places
    Making up for all the time gone by
    Los Angelenos
    All come from somewhere
    'Cause it's all so easy
    To become acquainted
    Electric babies
    Blue-jeaned and jaded
    Such hot sweet schoolgirls
    So educated
    Tanning out in the beaches
    With their Mexican reefers
    No one ever has to feel
    Like a refugee
    Going into garages
    For exotic massages
    Making up for all the time gone by
    Hiding up in the mountains
    Laying low in the canyons
    Goin' nowhere on the streets
    With the Spanish names
    Makin' love with the natives
    In their Hollywood places
    Making up for all the time gone by
    Los Angelenos
    All come from somewhere
    It's so familiar
    Their foreign faces

  3. The Great Suburban ShowdownVer letra 3:46

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    letra de The Great Suburban Showdown

    Flyin' east on a plane
    Drinkin' all that free champagne
    I guess I saw this comin' down the line
    And I know it should be fun
    But I think I should've packed my gun
    Got that old suburban showdown in my mind
    Sit around with the folks
    Tell the same old tired jokes
    Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
    Mom and Dad, me and you
    And the outdoor barbecue
    Think I'm gonna hide out in my room
    I've been gone for a while
    Made some changes in my style
    And they say you can't go home anymore
    Well the streets all look the same
    And I'll have to play the game
    We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
    With the TV on and the neighbors there
    Out in the yard
    Where my Daddy worked so hard
    He never lets the crab grass grow too high
    Oh, the place hasn't changed
    And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange
    But I'll have to face the music bye and bye
    I've been gone for a while
    Made some changes in my style
    And they say you can't go home anymore
    Well the streets all look the same
    And I'll have to play the game
    We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
    With the TV on and the neighbors there
    Drive into town
    When this big bird touches down
    I'm only comin' home to say goodbye
    Then I'm gone with the wind
    And I won't be seen again
    Till that great suburban showdown in the sky
    Till that great suburban showdown in the sky
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  4. Root Beer Rag 3:00
  5. RobertaVer letra 4:28

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    letra de Roberta

    Roberta, you say you know me
    But I see only what you're paid to show me
    Oh, I wish you had the time
    Oh, I wish you had the time
    Oh, Roberta, I understand you
    I know you need to move in other circles too;
    It's tough for me, it's tough for you
    Roberta, how I've adored you
    I'd ask you over but I can't afford you
    Oh, I wish you'd take the time
    Oh, I wish you'd take the time
    Oh, Roberta, the night goes slowly
    I know you're workin' but you must get lonely too;
    It's tough for me, ah, it's tough for you
    And I'm in a bad way and wanna make love to you, ooh, ooh
    Oh, I wish you had the time
    Oh, I wish you had the time
    Oh, Roberta, I really need you
    But I suppose that my small change won't see you through;
    It's tough for me, ah, it's tough for you
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  6. The EntertainerVer letra 3:39

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    letra de The Entertainer

    I am the entertainer
    And I know just where I stand
    Another serenader
    And another long-haired band
    Today I am your champion
    I may have won your hearts
    But I know the game, you'll forget my name
    And I won't be here in another year
    If I don't stay on the charts
    I am the entertainer
    I'm dressed in the style
    I wear all kinds of sparkles
    I flash the crowd my smile
    But when the night is over
    And I stand without my clothes
    Perspiration stains and varicose veins
    My eyes look shot
    My belly's got a pot
    And there's a pimple on my nose
    I am the entertainer
    Been all around the world
    I've played all kinds of palaces
    And laid all kinds of girls
    I can't remember faces
    I don't remember names
    Ah, but what the hell
    You know it's just as well
    'Cause after a while and a thousand miles
    It all becomes the same
    I am the entertainer
    I bring to you my songs
    I'd like to spend a day or two
    I can't stay that long
    No, I've got to meet expenses
    I got to stay in line
    Gotta get those fees to the agencies
    And I'd love to stay but there's bills to pay
    So I just don't have the time
    I am the entertainer
    I come to do my show
    You've heard my latest record
    It's been on the radio
    Ah, it took me years to write it
    They were the best years of my life
    It was a beautiful song
    But it ran too long
    If you're gonna have a hit
    You gotta make it fit
    So they cut it down to 3:05
    I am the entertainer
    The idol of my age
    I make all kinds of money
    When I go on the stage
    Ah, you've seen me in the papers
    I've been in the magazines
    But if I go cold I won't get sold
    I'll get put in the back in the discount rack
    Like another can of beans
    I am the entertainer
    And I know just where I stand
    Another serenader
    And another long-haired band
    Today I am your champion
    I may have won your hearts
    But I know the game, you'll forget my name
    I won't be here in another year
    If I don't stay on the charts

  7. Last of the Big Time SpendersVer letra 4:36

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    letra de Last of the Big Time Spenders

    Well if money makes a rich man
    Then I might never make the grade
    I'll be a small time operator
    If I just get the landlord paid
    But if time is an indication
    Of the wealth that I never knew
    Then I'm the last of the big time spenders
    'Cause I've been spending time on you, woo oo oo woo
    It takes time to appreciate
    Lord knows that you can learn to hate it
    I believe, 'cause I've been there too
    When it gets down to desperation
    You make the best of the situation
    I can tell, I've seen it through, oh, oh, oh
    Though it seems like the day is wasted
    And the nights have been overdue
    Well, I'm the last of the big time spenders
    And I've been spendin' time on you, woo oo oo woo
    It's been so long since we got together
    In between it seems to take forever
    But I'm a dreamer, I'll be there soon
    It takes time to appreciate
    All of those that you can learn to hate
    I believe, I've seen it through, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    You can call me the Great Pretender
    And in a way it might be true
    But I'm the last of the big time spenders
    And I've been spendin' time on you, woo oo oo woo

  8. Weekend SongVer letra 3:31

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    letra de Weekend Song

    This back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin'
    Two more hours to go
    Yes, it's keeping me alive doin' nine to five
    And I ain't got nothin to show
    Pretty soon I'll be leavin'
    With the wages I'm receivin'
    But I know it's gonna be all right
    Come on, babe, and take me away
    We got some money to spend tonight
    Pick me up at the station
    Meet me at the train
    Have a meal and a shower and a change of clothes
    I can't afford a vacation
    But I can take the strain
    Long as I can be with you
    Find a way to burn it as quickly as I earn it
    Yes, it's back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin'
    Two more hours to go
    Seven long years for the same corporation
    And I ain't got nothin' to show
    And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin' even
    But I know it's gonna be all right
    I shake off my blues when you put on your shoes
    We got some money to spend tonight
    Oh, I don't wanna stand here and sound accusin'
    Everybody does their share of losin'
    If I'm gonna lose it I might as well be doin' it right
    Pick me up at the station
    Meet me at the train
    Have a meal and a shower and a change of clothes
    I can't afford a vacation
    But I can take the strain
    Long as I can be with you
    Find a way to burn it as quickly as I earn it
    Yes, it's back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin'
    Two more hours to go
    Yes, it's keepin' me alive doin' nine to five
    And I ain't got nothin' to show
    And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin' even
    But I know it's gonna be all right
    Come on, babe, and take me away
    We got some money to spend tonight
    Come on, babe, take me away
    We got some money to spend tonight

  9. SouvenirVer letra 2:01

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    letra de Souvenir

    A picture postcard
    A folded stub
    A program of the play
    File away your photographs
    Of your holiday
    And your mementos
    Will turn to dust
    But that's the price you pay
    For every year's a souvenir
    That slowly fades away
    Every year's a souvenir
    That slowly fades away

  10. The Mexican Connection 3:38

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