Lirik Lagu Quietly Making Noise - Jimmy Buffett
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Oscar Wilde died in bedSeveral floors above my headLiving well beyond his meansIn that crazy Paris sceneRain falls down in sheets so clearNo one ever calls me hereTraveling by my self these daysI'm into jazz and felt beretsFar from the that old eastern shoreSearching for strange metaphorsI don't want to be another victim of fashionI don't want to see my name in the paper each dayLeave that to the young TurksThey're more handsome and dashingPosing for paparazzi's down Laguna wayDown in the metro I feel the world start to multiplyBastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullabyMet an African prancer, a hemisphere dancerSpied the ghost of BrassensWe smiled at the secret we sharedAnd I hid it like contraband
ChorusQuietly making noise, making noiseStarts with kindergarten toysNot too soft not too loudJust enough to draw a crowdQuietly, quietly, quietly making noiseFollowed the beat, I found myself in this patois spotOutside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hotZouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longsThe words flew right by my faceRhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potionYou cannot eraseQuietly making noise, making noisePissin off the old killjoysGlass packs on a hot MustangA Telecaster with a twangQuietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Singers and writers and poetsHave flocked here for centuriesThe city of light is built upon mountains of memoriesBaritone saxophone, monotonesSpeak of the voice I've heard beforeIt's a lasting impressionA Gypsy expression you cannot ignore
ChorusQuietly making noise, making noiseStarts with kindergarten toysNot too soft not too loudJust enough to draw a crowdQuietly, quietly, quietly making noiseFollowed the beat, I found myself in this patois spotOutside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hotZouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longsThe words flew right by my faceRhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potionYou cannot eraseQuietly making noise, making noisePissin off the old killjoysGlass packs on a hot MustangA Telecaster with a twangQuietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Singers and writers and poetsHave flocked here for centuriesThe city of light is built upon mountains of memoriesBaritone saxophone, monotonesSpeak of the voice I've heard beforeIt's a lasting impressionA Gypsy expression you cannot ignore
