Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quietly Making Noise , by - Jimmy Buffett. Song from the album Fruitcakes, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1993
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Quietly Making Noise |
| Oscar Wilde died in bed |
| Several floors above my head |
| Living well beyond his means |
| In that crazy Paris scene |
| Rain falls down in sheets so clear |
| No one ever calls me here |
| Traveling by my self these days |
| I’m into jazz and felt berets |
| Far from the that old eastern shore |
| Searching for strange metaphors |
| I don’t want to be another victim of fashion |
| I don’t want to see my name in the paper each day |
| Leave that to the young Turks |
| They’re more handsome and dashing |
| Posing for paparazzi’s down Laguna way |
| Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply |
| Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby |
| Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer |
| Spied the ghost of Brassens |
| We smiled at the secret we shared |
| And I hid it like contraband |
| Quietly making noise, making noise |
| Starts with kindergarten toys |
| Not too soft not too loud |
| Just enough to draw a crowd |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise |
| Followed the beat, I found myself in this patois spot |
| Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot |
| Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs |
| The words flew right by my face |
| Rhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potion |
| You cannot erase |
| Quietly making noise, making noise |
| Pissin off the old killjoys |
| Glass packs on a hot Mustang |
| A Telecaster with a twang |
| Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise |
| Singers and writers and poets |
| Have flocked here for centuries |
| The city of light is built upon mountains of memories |
| Baritone saxophone, monotones |
| Speak of the voice I’ve heard before |
| It’s a lasting impression |
| A Gypsy expression you cannot ignore |