Billy Joel - Live At Yankee Stadium [video, live] (2008) by Billy Joel (보컬) on maniadb.com

Safe at harbor, everything is easy
Off to starboard, daylight comes up fast
Now I'm restless for the open water
Red flags are flying from the Coast Guard mast

They told me to stay
I heard all the information
I motored away and steered straight ahead
Though the weatherman said

There's a storm front coming (mood indigo)
White water running, the pressure is low
Storm front coming (mood indigo)
Small craft warning on the radio

I've been sailing a long time on this ocean
Man gets lonesome, all those years at sea
I've got a woman, my life should be easy
Most men hunger for the life I lead

The morning was gray
But I had the motivation
I drifted away
And ran into more heavy weather off shore

There's a storm front coming (mood indigo)
White water running, the pressure is low
Storm front coming (mood indigo)
Small craft warning on the radio

We've got a low pressure system and a northeast breeze
We've got a falling barometer and rising seas
We've got the cumulonimbus and a possible gale
We've got a force nine blowing on the Beaufort scale

I'm still restless for the open water
Though she gives me everything I need
She asked me to stay, but I'd done my navigation
I drove her away, but I should have known
To stay tied up at home

There's a storm front coming (mood indigo)
White water running, the pressure is low
Storm front coming (mood indigo)
Small craft warning on the radio

Call me a joker, call me a fool
Right at this moment I'm totally cool
Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife
I feel like I'm in the prime of my life
Sometimes it feels like I'm going too fast
I don't know how long this feeling will last
Maybe it's only tonight

Darling I don't know why I got to extremes
Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens
And if I stand or I fall
It's all or nothing at all
Darling I don't know why I got to extremes

Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm shot
Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got
Maybe I'm headed over the hill
Maybe I've set myself up for the kill
Tell me how much do you think you can take
Until the heart in you is starting to break?
Sometimes it feels like it will

Darling I don't know why I go to extremes
Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens
You can be sure when I'm gone
I won't be out there too long
Darling I don't know why I got to extremes

Out of the darkness, into the light
Leaving the scene of the crime
Either I'm wrong or I'm perfectly right every time
Sometimes I lie awake, night after night
Coming apart at the seams
Eager to please, ready to fight
Why do I go to extremes?

And if I stand or I fall
It's all or nothing at all

Darling I don't know why I go to extremes
Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens
And if I stand of I fall
It's all or nothing at all
Darling I don't know why I go to extremes

No I don't know why I go to extremes
Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens
You can be sure when I'm gone
I won't be out there too long
Darling I don't know why I go to extremes

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I,face to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
We lost touch long ago
You lost weight I did not know
You could ever look so good after
So much time.

I remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets
And tight blue jeans
Drop a dime in the box play the
Song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights
My sweet romantic teenage nights

Brenda and Eddie were the
Popular steadys
And the king and the queen
Of the prom
Riding around with the car top
Down and the radio on.
Nobody looked any finer
Or was more of a hit at the
Parkway Diner
We never knew we could want more
Than that out of life
Surely Brenda and Eddie would
Always know how to survive.

Brenda and Eddy were still going
Steady in the summer of '75
when they decided the marriage would
Be at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
'Brenda you know you're much too lazy
Eddie could never afford to live that
Kind of life.'
But there we were wavin' Brenda and
Eddie goodbye.

They got an apartment with deep
Pile carpet
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought
With the bread
They had saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears.

They lived for a while in a
Very nice style
But it's always the same in the end
They got a divorce as a matter
Of course
And they parted the closest
Of friends
Then the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again.

Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
Fromhe high to the low to
The end of the show
For the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back to
The greasers
The best they could do was
Pick up the pieces
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Brenda nd Eddie
Can't tell you more than I
Told you already
And here we are wavin' Brenda
And Eddie goodbye.

A bottle of red, aa bottle of white
Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you anytime you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa
And I'm cruisin' through Block Island Sound
I have charted a course to the vineyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound

We took on diesel back in Mantauk yesterday
And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay
Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home
Too proud to leave I work my fingers to the bone

So I could own my Downeaster Alexa
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep

I got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there's fish out there but where, God only knows
They say these waters aren't what they used to be
But I've got people back on land who count on me

So if you see my Downeaster Alexa
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel

Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they told me I can't sell no stripers
And there's no luck in swordfishing here

I was a Bayman like my father was before
Can't make a living as a Bayman anymore
There ain't much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain't no island left for Islanders like me

Ya-ya-ya-oh
Ya-ya-ya-oh
Ya-ya-ya-oh
Ya-ya-ya-oh

You have to learn to pace yourself Pressure
You're just like everybody else Pressure
You've only had to run so far So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with Pressure

You used to call me paranoid Pressure
But even you can not avoid Pressure
You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure

All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2
What do you know?
All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean?

Pressure
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure
Pressure, pressure
One, two, three, four
Pressure

Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to Miami Beach
Or to Hollywood
But I'm taking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River Line
I'm in a New York state of mind

I've seen all the movie stars
In their fancy cars and their limousines
Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens
But I know what I'm needing
And I don't want to waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind

It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues
But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times, The Daily News

It comes down to reality
And it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide
Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside
I don't have any reasons
I've left them all behind
I'm in a New York state of mind

It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues
But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times, The Daily News

It comes down to reality
And it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide
Don't care if it's Chinatown or on Riverside
I don't have any reasons
I've left them all behind
I'm in a New York state of mind

I'm just taking a Greyhound on the Hudson River Line
'Cause I'm in a New York state of mind

Harry Truman, Doris Day
Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell
Joe DiMaggio

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon
Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea
Marilyn Monroe

Rosenbergs, H-Bomb
Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, The King and I
And The Catcher in the Rye

Eisenhower, vaccine
England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace
Santayana, goodbye

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov
Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella
Communist Bloc

Roy Cohn, Juan Peron
Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu falls
"Rock Around the Clock"

Einstein, James Dean
Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan
Elvis Presley, Disneyland

Bardot, Budapest
Alabama, Khrushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place
Trouble in the Suez

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Little Rock, Pasternak
Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou Enlai
Bridge on the River Kwai

Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle
California baseball
Starkweather homicide
Children of Thalidomide

Buddy Holly, Ben-Hur
Space monkey, Mafia
Hula hoops, Castro
Edsel is a no go

U-2, Syngman Rhee
Payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho
Belgians in the Congo

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Hemingway, Eichmann
Stranger in a Strange Land
Dylan, Berlin
Bay of Pigs invasion

Lawrence of Arabia
British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn
Liston beats Patterson

Pope Paul, Malcolm X
British politician sex
JFK blown away
What else do I have to say?

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh
Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock
Watergate, punk rock

Begin, Reagan, Palestine
Terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran
Russians in Afghanistan

Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride
Heavy metal suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets
AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz

Hypodermics on the shore
China's under martial law
Rock and roller cola wars
I can't take it anymore

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Whoa...(Whoa)...Whoa, whoa whoa...(Whoa, whoa whoa)...
Whoa ho ho oh oh...(Whoa ho ho oh oh)...Whoa oh ooooooooooooooooooh...Whoa!
NOW WHAIT A MINUTE!!! Yah yah, yah yah, yah yah!!!
I can remember back around 1962...Yah yah, yah yah, yah yah!!!
Me and my hoodlum friends used to come here to the Bronx
To get some of them White Castle hamburgers! Yah yah, yah yah, yah yah!!!
Yeah, and--and as for them, I--I can still taste them from back in 1962
NOW WAIT A MINUTE!!!

You know you make me wanna shout
Throw my arms up and shout, and kick my heels up and shout
Throw my hands up back and shout, come on now, shout
Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...(Shout, shout)
Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey)
Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey)

You know you make me wanna shout
Throw my arms up and shout, and kick my heels up and shout
And throw my arms up and shout, come on now, shout
Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...

Do you remember when you used to be nine years old?
* Yeah, and I still remember, from the bottom of my soul, yeah yeah
And now that you remember, you're old enough to know, yeah yeah yeah
You won't believe me, hey, you want to let me go

I want you to know (Hey, hey, hey) I want you to know right now (Hey, hey, hey)
If you ever leave me(Hey, hey, hey) I don't want nobody else (Hey, hey, hey)
If you ever leave me (Hey, hey, hey) I refuse to let you go (Hey, hey, hey)
I want you to know (Hey, hey, hey) I want you to know (Hey, hey, hey)

You know you make me wanna shout
Throw my arms up and shout and kick my heels back and shout
Now throw my hands up and shout, I gotta get back and shout, come on now, shout
Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...
Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...Come on now, shout...
Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey)
Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey)
Cuma cuma cuma cuma (Cuma cuma cuma cuma)
Cuma cuma cuma cuma (Cuma cuma cuma cuma)
Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey) Hey hey hey hey (Hey hey hey hey)
Let me hear you say shout, shout, shout
A li'l' bit softer now, a li'l' bit softer now, a li'l' bit softer now, a li'l' bit softer now
Just a li'l' bit softer now, just a li'l' bit softer now, just a li'l' bit softer now
Just a li'l' bit softer now, just a li'l' bit softer now, just a li'l' bit softer now
Just a li'l' bit softer now, just a li'l' bit softer now...(fade)

2, 3, 4

Some people think that she's one of those mink-coated ladies
They say she wakes up at one, makes the paparazzi run till dawn
Wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis
After she sips maragaritas on the White House lawn

That's not her style
I can tell you that ain't my woman
It's just not her style
I can tell you, because I'm her man

The papers say she was seen in L.A. with a stranger
She found a perfect body with a Maserati right outside
And then she chartered a Lear when she heard her career was in danger
And gave the pilot somethin' extra for a perfect ride

That's not her style
I can tell you that ain't my woman
That's not her style
I can tell you, because I'm her man

That's not her style
I can tell you that ain't my woman
You know it's not her style
I can tell you, because I'm her man

It's not that she's never done something crazy, done somethng wild
It's just that she's better at doing whatever suits her style
And that's not her style, no, no, no, no, no

I've read where it's said that she sleeps in a bed made of satin
She's had her face done in every place you can try
They say she gets a piece of every lease in Manhattan
And says she's thirty when she's really pushing forty-five

That's not her style
I can tell you that ain't my woman
It's just not her style
I can tell you, 'cause I'm her man

That's not her style
I can tell you that ain't my woman
It's just not her style
I can tell you, 'cause I'm her man

That's not her style
Woah, that's not her style
Woah, that's not my woman
Hey, yeah
That's not her style

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway.
I saw the Empire State laid low.
And life went on beyond the Palisades.
They all bought Cadillacs and left there long ago.
They held a concert out in Brooklyn
To watch the island bridges blow.
They turned our power down,
And drove us underground,
But we went right on with the show.
Oooh. Oh Oh Ooh.

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway.
I saw the ruins at my feet.
You know we almost didn't notice it.
We'd see it all the time on 42nd Street.
They burned the churches up in Harlem,
Like in that Spanish Civil War.
The flames were everywhere,
But no one really cared:
It always burned up there before.
Ooh. Oh Oh Ooh.

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway.
I watched the mighty skyline fall.
The boats were waiting at the Battery.
The union went on strike:
They never sailed at all.
They sent the carrier out from Norfolk,
And picked the Yankees up for free.
They said that Queens could stay.
They blew the Bronx away,
And sank Manhattan out at sea.

You know those lights were bright on Broadway,
But that was so many years ago:
Before we all lived here in Florida,
Before the Mafia took over Mexico.
There are not many who remember;
They say a handful still survive
To tell the world about
The way the lights went out,
And keep the memory alive.

Some love is just a lie of the heart
The cold remains of what began with a passionate start
And they may not want it to end
But it will, it's just a question of when
I've lived long enough to have learned
The closer you get to the fire the more you get burned
But that won't happen to us
'Cause it's always been a matter of trust

I know you're an emotional girl
It took a lot for you to not lose your faith in this world
I can't offer you proof
But you're gonna face a moment of truth
It's hard when you're always afraid
You just recover when another belief is betrayed
So break my heart if you must
It's a matter of trust

You can't go the distance
With too much resistance
I know you have doubts
But for God's sake don't shut me out

This time you've got nothing to lose
You can take it, you can leave it, whatever you choose
I won't hold back anything
And I'll walk away a fool or a king
Some love is just a lie of the mind
It's make believe until it's only a matter of time
And some might have learned to adjust
But then it never was a matter of trust

(INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE)

I'm sure you're aware love,
We've both had our share of believing too long
When the whole situation was wrong

Some love is just a lie of the soul
A constant battle for the ultimate state of control
After you've heard lie upon lie
There can hardly be a question of why
Some love is just a lie of the heart
The cold remains of what began with a passionate start
But that can't happen to us
'Cause it's always been a matter of trust

It's a matter of trust
It's always been a matter of trust
It's a matter of trust

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 melody?
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, 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'


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

*repeat

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?'