Jimmy Buffett - Quietly Making Noise Lyrics
Quietly making noiseBy: jimmy buffett, michael tschudin1993Oscar wilde died in bedSeveral floors above my headLiving well beyond his meansIn that crazy paris sceneRain falls down in sheets so clearAnd no one ever calls me hearTravelin by myself these daysIm into jazz and felt beretsFar from that old eastern shoreSearchin for strange metaphorsI dont want to be another victim of fashionNo I dont want to see my name in the paper each dayHey you can leave that to the young turksTheyre handsome and dashingPosing for paparazzis down laguna wayNow down in the metro I feel the world start to multiplyBastille, rubber wheels, spiked heelsSubterranean lullabyMet an african prancer, a hemisphere dancerSpied the ghost of brassensWe smiled at the secret we sharedAnd I hid it like contrabandQuietly making noise (quietly making noise)Starts with kindergarten toysNot too soft, not too loudJust enough to draw a crowdQuietly, quietly, quietly making noiseFollowed the beatHey I found myself in this patois spotOutside a blizzard was blowinBut inside the joint was hotZouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longsThe words flew right by my faceYou know rhythm and motions a blamma jamma potionYou cannot eraseQuietly making noise (quietly making noise)Pissin off the old kill-joysGlasspacks on an hot mustangA telecaster with a twangQuietly, quietly, quietly making noiseYesSingers and writers and poetsHave flocked here for centuriesThe city of light is built upon mountains of memoriesBaritone saxophones, monotonesSpeak with a voice Ive heard beforeIts a lasting impressionA gypsy expression you cannot ignoreWere quietly making noise (quietly making noise)Starts with kindergarten toysNot too soft, not too loudJust enough to draw a crowdQuietly, quietly, quietly making noiseYeah, were quietly making noise (quietly making noise)Pissin off the old kill-joysNot too soft, not too loudJust enough to draw a crowdWere quietly, quietly, quietlyQuietly, quietly, quietlyQuietly, quietly, quietly making noiseThats right, ooh yeahA whole lot of beautiful noise--spoken:Oh come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys.Everybodys a drummer tonight. all right. let it ring now, letIt ring.
