Mark & Clark Band - Worn down piano
Tekst en muziek: Mark Seymour en Anthony Masino
(1977)







Each Tuesday morning they all stand in line
The auction board openin’ promptly at nine
The gavel came down on the auctioneer’s block
And the bidding began on the grandfather’s clock



Next up for bids in the rear of the room
A piano worn down and a bit out of tune
“Who’ll start the bidding”, the auctioneer inquired
No voices rang out, so just put it aside



Shouts filled the room and the auction went on
But the choirs of the crowd were stopped by a song
Everyone turned to the rear of the room
To that worn down piano, a bit out of tune



Oh, the days long ago when the crowds came around
To hear that piano ring out a sound
But the crowds have all gone and the symphony is through
And the piano cries out: “Let me play once for you”



A man with a torn coat and a hole in one shoe
Sat playing the song that nobody knew
The music rang out and that song filled the room
From that worn down piano, a bit out of tune



Then from the crowd a man shouted a bid
“One thousand dollars for that piano I'll give”
“Two thousand”, “Three thousand” and the bidding went on
As the man in the torn coat kept playing that song



The bidding grew tense, each bid more and more
Till a five thousand figure rang out from the floor
The man in the torn coat just sat there and stared
Playing that song, as if no one were there



Oh, the days long ago when the crowds came around
To hear that piano ring out a sound
But the crowds have all gone and the symphony is through
And the piano cries out: “Let me play once for you”



The man in the torn coat played as of to say
“I true want you piano, but I have nothing to pay
I’d give all I own if you could be mine
But all I can bid, is this bottle of wine”



Sound from the gathering out to the air
The auctioneer cried: “Take that bid if you dare”
“Let’s give him the piano”, “Maestro play on”
But where is the man in the torn coat gone



It’s a quarter past five and the bidding is done
Everything is sold and all leave one by one
The auction is over and left in that room
Is that worn down piano, still a bit out of tune



Oh, the days long ago when the crowds came around
To hear that piano ring out a sound
But the crowds have all gone and the symphony is through
And the piano cries out: “Let me once play for you”










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