Story Behind The Song

searching for the right piano is like searching for the right lover. You know it when you play it. I went searching in NYC for the right piano and was facinated by this place.

Song Description

a piano shop on avenue P and the man who owns it.

Lyrics

?Avenue P for Piano? Leppard. C. 2005

A plump Russian immigrant
Fingers like Kranskie
Ushers me in
Bids me, ?Take off your coat child
Come out of the rain?

Like a storm that is imminent
Wearing his angst
He curbs his impatience
Wipes his hands on a rag
And asks me my name

And we stand
In a land of pianos
All kinds of lovers
Awaiting that special caress

Near the end of the line
At Avenue P for piano
There?s a place that I know
Where poets and dreamers belong
There are no trees
On Avenue P for piano
It?s a wasteland of sorts
But dreams can be bought
For a song

I can?t play Rachmaninoff
I won?t need a Steinway
Something more humble
For writing a song on
For that kind of art

I don?t like candlesticks
Or fancy carvings
Don?t care for history
It?s not for display
It?s for soothing my heart

And we sail
This sea of pianos
Slumbering old Cinderellas
Awaiting their kiss

Near the end of the line
At Avenue P for piano
There?s a place that I know
Lovers and dreamers belong
There are no trees
On Avenue P for piano
It?s a wasteland of sorts
But dreams can be bought
For a song

I play for the man
On a battered grand
Black piano
A crumbling old Boesendorf
Must have been great in its prime
He tells me he studied the violin
In St Petersburg
And he?s never heard
Somebody sing like an angel
He tells me I sing like an angel.


Near the end of the line
At Avenue P for piano
There?s a place that I know
Lovers and dreamers belong
There are no trees
On Avenue P for piano
It?s a wasteland of sorts
But dreams can be bought
For a song
La la la la la