Nobody’s Listening

This is kind of like my tribute to Billy Joel. Yes, it’s very much like Pianoman and with good reason. I actually wrote this song live at my regular piano bar gig in Sydney. It was an early gig in the city that started at 5pm and a lot of office workers would come in for a knock-off drink. But some were still there from their long taxpayer funded lunch, blind drunk. At times I felt I could have played with my elbows and they wouldn’t blink. To amuse myself I used to make announcements over the PA system like; “Good evening, I am a mass murderer and I’d like to confess my crime” – they never batted an eye. It was soul destroying at times, but I basically got paid to practice all my new material, and write songs live.

It’s also reminiscent of an Irish pub singalong at the end. So stick around for that!

– Stevie J

Lyric Video


NOBODY’S LISTENING

Stevie J Mayer

Nobody’s listening to a word I say
What on earth do they come here for
Surely not to hear me play
It can’t be the prices of this flat beer
And it can’t be the people
‘Cos no nice people come here

Nobody’s listening to a single line
I could be a mass murderer
Confessing a crime
But they wouldn’t hear me
If I yelled fire!
It’s like playing to cavemen
But a caveman’s IQ is much higher

Oh the things we must do
Though it hurts us inside
Learn to swallow your pride
Good things will be yours in time

Article clerks and insolent jerks
They’ve been here since one
Spend all their pay tryin’ to get laid
And this they call fun
But I could be describing
Your girl in bed
Though it’s unlikely
‘Cos your girl just don’t turn my head

Nobody hears and nobody cares
Nobody looks until everyone stares
Then when they’re hooked
Boy that’s when your phone will start ringing

Until then…
Nobody shines in this cesspool
Until the right people say that it’s cool
Then it’s; welcome aboard son
We always knew you would make it!

Beauty and youth is your ticket to fame
And you’ll be fast-tracked if you play the game
And talent is fine, but if you have none we can fake it

Then when you’ve given your last pound of flesh
Busted and broke with no fuel in tank
All you will hear with your last dying breath is them singing…
Can you hear it?

La la – la la la la
La de da – la – la la la la
La la – la la la la – la de da

Come on…

La la – la la la la
La de da – la – la la la la
La la – la la la la – la de da

Sing it…
La la – la la la la
La de da – la – la la la la
La de da – la – la la la la la la la – la de da

Credits
Released July 13, 2024
All instruments and vocals by Stevie J Mayer
Recorded at Tempoetic
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Words & Music by Stephen James Maher
ISRC: AU-K4L-23-00094
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