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letra de the piano that jack filled - mailbox (adam rabin)

[part 1: the piano that jack filled]
jack was an ordinary man with an ordinary life
ordinary kids and an ordinary wife
then, one fine day, just for kicks
he shoved them into a piano that he made from popsicle sticks
jack could play beethoven, jack could play bach
oh, how jack could boogie, my, how jack could rock
but jack’s same old song and dance had sent him amiss
so, he wrote a new one and it goes a bit like this

[part 2: the beat that bob walked]
bob was an ordinary cop on an ordinary beat
in an ordinary town on his ordinary feet
then, one fine day, near quitting time
he got the call about a gruesome crime
bob had seen a lot, bob was a pro
but now bob would face what bob couldn’t possibly know
bob arrived at the scene, this case was all his
but there was only one clue and it went a bit like this

[part 3: the show that alan shot]
alan was an ordinary cameraguy giving ordinary cues
shooting ordinary footage for the ordinary news
then, one fine day, while connecting some feeds
he got the big story, if it bleeds, it leads
alan could shoot handheld, alan could shoot steady
alan was a good p.a., alan was always ready
he set his critical focus and taped with minimal hiss
“the piano that jack filled” and the tune that went like this
[part 4: the job that jane worked]
jane was an ordinary girl with an ordinary face
and an ordinary job at an ordinary place
each and every night, she worked over there
taking it off until she was bare
jane danced for pleasure, jane danced for bucks
jane danced for sickos, jane danced for drunks
jane danced to ozzy, jane danced to kiss
then she danced to a song that went a little bit like this

[part 5: the bar where bob unwound]
bob was walking home to his ordinary pad
thinking ordinary thoughts about the mission he had
on stressful nights like this, bob needed to unwind
so, he stopped into a bar, the first one he could find
bob soaked up his beer and the girls up on the stage
bob just sighed and wished that, again, he could be that age
but the key to that murder was in his head and ringing strong
and as bob whistled out the tune, a girl danced to this song

[part 6: the lam that jack was on]
jack was an ordinary fugitive on the ordinary run
from the ordinary law for the wrongs he had done
jack hid across the street behind a bush on his neighbor’s lawn
he watched and he waited until everyone was gone
when the last cop car left, jack snuck back into his home
and picked up the tickets that he left by the phone
just before jack took off to meet up with his partner in crime
he sat down at his dear piano one last time
[part 7: the room where jane got dressed ft. bob]
after jane was through showing off her pair
she went back to the dressing room and bob was waiting there
bob pulled out his notepad, jane put on some clothes
bob pulled out his cop badge and jane turned up her nose
he asked about that song she danced to at the show
she played it off legit and said she didn’t know
two dancers came backstage and bob turned to see the four
jane was singing to herself as she sneaked out the back door

[part 8: the news that everyone watched]
the opening theme was playing, alan counted down from 5
then he pointed to the anchor and it was time to go live:
“last night around 8, a wife and her kids were k!lled
in a story we like to call, ‘the piano that jack filled'”
everyone watched in fear as the tape played over the air
except for the executives, “look at our ratings share!”
“we don’t know why he did it and we don’t know where he is
we only have a m-n-script of a song that goes like this”

[part 9: the trip that pam took]
pam was ordinary psychic and an ordinary stoner
an ordinary flake and an ordinary loner
she smoked her last bowl, the worst of her traumas
so, she p-wned off her stereo for a trip to the bahamas
pam read palms, pam smoked hash
but pam had connections to replenish her stash
pam was still stoned when she boarded the plane
and some mystical music was channeled through her brain
[part 10: the trip that jack and jane took]
jane met jack on time at the airport for the flight
they checked in all their luggage and took off like a kite
to leave their lives behind so they could be together
jack and jane in love, jack and jane forever
they landed hand in hand, the height of all their dramas
alone and free at last down in the bahamas
jane knew how to cha-cha, jack knew how to rhumba
jane knew how to tango, jack knew how to samba

[part 11: the footage that alan reviewed]
alan reviewed his footage for a follow-up story
alan had to shudder, it was graphic, it was gory
no new clues had surfaced, just something about a dancer
the police were getting nervous, the public wanted answers
alan rewound the tape and played it back once more
when he saw a pair of tickets sitting on the floor
a perfect piece of evidence was present all along
but there was still the matter of that d-mned little song

[part 12: the smile that jerry wore]
jerry was an ordinary bellhop with an ordinary smile
at an ordinary resort on the bahama isle
when jack and jane checked in exhausted from the trip
jerry took their luggage and jack gave him a tip
jerry sees it all, jerry works everyday
jerry runs the joint in his own special way
later on that night, while jerry made the rounds
he stopped at jack and jane’s door and heard these lovely sounds

[part 13: the tape that alan played]
alan took the video and went down to the station
he had to show officer bob about the murderer’s vacation
alan showed the video to bob and to the captain
he went through the roof, “how could this have happened?!”
there was no time for blame now, they had the time, they had the place
and the captain was just happy to get bob out of his face
alan and bob got on a plane like the others had done before
with nothing to do until they land, they reviewed the tune once more

[part 14: the deal that jerry and pam had]
pam was jonesing big time, her skin began to crawl
she stepped out of her hotel room and walked on down the hall
at last, pam found her man with his ear against a door
pam made her connection, pam was set to score
jerry and pam went to the bas-m-nt where jerry kept his stash
pam’s mouth began to water as she handed over the cash
the stars were totally groovy, her telepathic powers kicked in
again, it echoed through her head as pam began to sing

[part 15: the questions ben was asked]
alan and bob arrived at last on the trail of a wanted man
they spoke to the hotel manager to find out all they can
bob pulled out his notepad and l!cked the tip of his pen
and started asking questions to the hotel manager, ben
alan shot away, alan didn’t miss a frame
this was the big time news, this was not a game
ben was glad to help, proud to right the wrong
“oh, one more thing. do you recognize this song?”

[part 16: the scam that jerry pulled]
jerry was spying in as the song burned in his ears
something big was going down, their fate was drawing near
thinking on his feet, a clever kind’a fella
jerry told pam, jack, and jane to hide out in the cellar
in fear of some connection to the deal he made with pam
jerry told bob that jack checked out and flew to vietnam
jerry realized the song that pam was always cooing
was the same one jack and jane sang in their room when they were scr-w-ng

[part 17: the trail that bob and alan sniffed]
bob, alan, and ben marched up to jack’s suite
sniffing out for clues, putting on the heat
the room was totally empty, jack was surely gone
“jerry was right. we must move on.”
alan and bob took jerry’s lead and caught a flight to danang
but terrorists shot the pilot and the plane crashed with a bang
as bob’s blood dripped over alan who met his death
bob whimpered out the song with his very last breath

[part 18: epilogue]
with all the evidence destroyed, they dropped the investigation
and without a follow-up story, well, people just changed the station
so, pam and jerry sat with jack and the girl who would be his wife
when pam had a vision that jack and herself were twins in a previous life
this, perhaps, explained why pam was hearing that tune
as jerry, pam, jack, and jane sat beneath the island moon
so, with a ton of tropical hash to burn up in their bong
they spent the rest of their days giggling that little song

- mailbox adam rabin

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