From the recording High Notes
Lyrics
high notes
I used to think it was only the high notes
that mattered
until I got shattered
by all of the middle and lower tones of life
I used to wander around in my own
perfect daze
until I got grazed
by all of the middle and lower tones of life
listen to Frankie turn a phrase
with his moody Manhattan ways
he knows he’s got to turn her on
come on big boy let’s hear that song
you smile but it’s not a joke
there’s plenty of fire
beneath her smoke beneath her smoke
I used to think it was only the high notes
that mattered
till I got mad-hattered
by all of the middle and lower tones of life
I used to wander around in my own
perfect haze
until I got glazed
by all of the middle and lower tones of life
listen to Joni turn a phrase
clear Canadian greets the L.A. haze
she wants you to turn her on
come on big boy it’s time to play your song
you smile looking for a lower note but it’s no joke
there’s plenty of fire
beneath her smoke beneath her smoke beneath her smoke
I used to think it was only the high notes that mattered till I got splattered on
by all of those middle and lower notes of life
I used to think it was only the high notes
only the high notes
only the high high high high high high high notes
she wants you to turn her on
the whole world now riding on a song
don’t smile cause it’s not a joke -- well smile because
there’s plenty of fire
beneath her smoke beneath her smoke beneath her smoke