Posted on 05/15/2005 6:10:19 PM PDT by blam
That's what he wants his mother to believe. Actually he's a producer for 60 Minutes.
It's obvious this man had been in some treble. The key to his identity lies in discovering the composition of his DNA, and then seing if it resonates with other samples.
It would help if a motif for his current arrangement were found; also police staff could note if had visited any bars.
Don't they come with directions?
"Actually he's a producer for 60 Minutes"
It does not get better than this.
Is he sucking his thumb in that picture? That is some insane thing. My very first thought was autistic, but it really sounds more like mentally ill.
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 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, de de da
La la, de de da da dum
Chorus:
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 dum
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
Chorus
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 got us feeling alright
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."
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum
Chorus:
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 got us feeling alright
A bad haircut can do that to you.
If only it were that cymbal. Why was he wandering around in that aria? What if he were a victim of violins?
That's the real Slim Shady.
You trained at the Erle Stanley Gardner School of Implausible and Unimaginative Plot Devices, then, no?
You trained at the Erle Stanley Gardner School of Implausible and Unimaginative Plot Devices, then, no?
OMG, you gotta post spew alerts with those!! LOL!
Ivory about someone who seems so out of tune and it seems this guy is right off the scale. From what I understand, had it not been for his bad etude, the cops would have let him walk. Initially they thought he was just acting this way for the trill of it but after a while they just couldn't Handel him. They'd like to take him bach to his home, but all they can do for now is check their liszt of suspects to see if they can recover his memory.
We can rule out Dooley Wilson, I guess.
How did you guess? ;9)
Sadly, no. I wish I did.
FMCDH(BITS)
My thought too.
Dang I can be so cynical sometimes ;)
Angst sells.
Pretty sharp wit there. You need to scale back the humor tho'(refrain a little), and give time for some counterpoint puns.
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