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
And no one ever calls me here
Travelling by myself these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from that old eastern shore
Searching for strange metaphors
I don't want to be another victim of fashion
No, I don't want to see my name in the paper each day
Hey, you can leave that to the young Turks
They're more handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzis down Laguna Way
Now, 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
Follow the beat
Hey, I found myself in this Patois spot
Outside, a blizzard was blowing
But inside, the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-alongs
Words flew right be my face
You know the rhythm and motions
A blamma jamma potion you cannot erase
Quietly making noise, making noise
Pissing 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 with the voice I've heard before
It's a lasting impression
A Gypsy expression you cannot ignore
We're quietly making noise, making noise
Start with kindergarten toys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
We're quietly making noise, making noise
Pissing off the old killjoys
Not too soft, not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
We're quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
(Making noise)
(Making noise)