Bored to death on a Sunday afternoon.
Anonymous said: ◎ What is your taste in music?
Well, for the longest time I was pretty close to the borderline, and you may be right, only the good die young but we didn’t start the fire. So why should I worry? I think it’s sometimes a fantasy, but it’s still rock ‘n roll to me. In the end, all I really know is I don’t want to be alone, so this piano man fell in love with an uptown girl~
…..and since he fell in love with her it made you an Angry Young Man whom is just waiting for This Night and Vienna while you sing a Lullabye on 52nd Street.
- person: so how did he die?
- billy joel: he had a heart attack-ack-ack-ack
Indiana’s early morning too. Higher than the hills of California, home is just another word for you.
…but the lyrics are “Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike / Indiana’s early morning dew / High up in the hills of California / Home is just another word for you.”
Saturday I said I’m sorry.
Sunday came and trashed it out again.
I’m never certain that you read me right.