Billy Joel
Billy Joel
William Martin "Billy" Joelis an American pianist, singer-songwriter and composer. Since releasing his first hit song, "Piano Man", in 1973, Joel has become the sixth best-selling recording artist and the third best-selling solo artist in the United States. His compilation album Greatest Hits Vol. 1 & 2 is one of the best-selling albums in the US...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth9 May 1949
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Shades of grey wherever I go The more I find out the less that I know Black and white is how it should be But shades of grey are the colors I see.
She can kill with a smile, She can wound with her eyes.
Now, we lives our lives...So nonchalant...We spend our time...So 'Bon Vivant'...Our stylish nights...So well-arranged...Those tasteful words that we exchange...We know it's all a passing phase.
I have a theory that is the only original things we ever do are mistakes. The only thing that we can really attribute to ourselves that is purely original are our screw-ups.
I hate making videos. Songs are not visual. You get it out of the air. You don't watch it on MTV.
If I'm gonna be losing it, I might as well be doing it right
If I need a cause for celebrationOr a comfort I can use to ease my mindI rely on my imaginationAnd I dream of an imaginary time.
If I need a cause for celebration Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind I rely on my imagination And I dream of an imaginary time.
You may be right I may be crazy But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.
Water has an endless horizon; there is no limitation when you look out into the water. There's nothing to interfere with the mind's eye projecting itself as far as it can possibly imagine. I suppose it's the same way people in the Midwest feel about watching amber waves of grain or endless rows of cornfields. There is something exhilarating about it.
When you look into my eyesAnd you see the crazy gypsy in my soulIt always comes as a surpriseWhen I feel my withered roots begin to growWell I never had a place that I could call my very ownThat's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
Well, he robbed his way from Utah to OklahomaAnd the law just could not seem to track him downAnd it served his legend wellFor the folks, they'd love to tell'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town.
We all have a face that we hide away forever,And we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk and some are leather.They're the faces of the stranger and we love to try them on.
We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams.We're all carried along by the River of Dreams.