Quietly Making Noise Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

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 

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Chorus 

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 

Photos 

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