Beneath the Piano - The Devil Makes Three

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I made my way down to that rich side of town
Where everybody's tossin' big words around
But as soon as I turn my back to head downtown
I hear those whispers like rain just fallin' on down
Say he drink like a fish and he gonna fly like a stone
Boy is better off left alone
Say he drink like a fish and he gonna fly like a stone
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Beneath the Piano Lyrics

Well I've been going for a couple of years
And it seems that the answer it is coming quite clear
Oh I don't even know what I am doing here
But I can drive with my eyes closed
And play by ear
And I can sleep beneath a piano
Just like that's my natural home
With all those keys I never feel alone
Yes I can sleep beneath a piano
Just like that's my natural home
With all those keys I never feel alone

I met a girl in a sleepy town down by the sea
She swore she didn't want nothing from me
Now if you ever hear that line boy don't you dare believe
There ain't nothing but deep blues down in that bitter recipe
And when I left town she had those tears in her eyes
But, I ain't one for no emotional goodbyes
So she swam into that bottle like a fish back to its home
Couple more drinks and you don't know she's alone
Yeah she swam into that bottle like a fish back to the sea
Couple more drinks and she forgot all about me


Met a lot of guys a lot tougher than me
It's like it ain't no kinda competition indeed
They say "hey boy have you ever been stabbed before"
I said "not yet, I'm grabbin' my hat and just heading for the door"
I made my way down to that rich side of town
Where everybody's tossin' big words around
But as soon as I turn my back to head downtown
I hear those whispers like rain just fallin' on down
Say he drink like a fish and he gonna fly like a stone
Boy is better off left alone
Say he drink like a fish and he gonna fly like a stone
Boy is better off left alone

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The Devil Makes Three is an Americana band from Santa Cruz, California, United States. The group blends bluegrass, old time, country, folk, blues, jazz, and ragtime music. The group's members are guitarist Pete Bernhard, upright bassist Lucia Turino, and guitarist and tenor banjo player Cooper McBean.

“The rhythm is what our band is about." Says Pete Bernhard: Guitarist, Front Man. The Devil Makes Three are quite possibly the best band that you have never heard of. They have been constantly on tour, selling out dates across the country and in their neck of the woods on the West Coast drawing near capacity crowds nightly. This is all word of mouth. Over the years, the Devil Makes Three have garnered fans the old school way, playing a city, making friends, conquering fans and moving on.

Laced with elements of ragtime, blues, country, folk and rockabilly, the critically praised, drummer-less trio - consisting of Vermont native, guitarist/front man Pete Bernhard, stand-up bassist Lucia Turino and guitarist Cooper McBean, also of rural Vermont - brings forth a genuine approach to acoustic music. The sound is deeply steeped in rhythm and alive with three part harmonies, while keeping a slightly punk aesthetic to their music and especially their live shows.

Note: the following songs belong to a different band with the same name, a small local metal band from Northern Ireland:

A Lesson Unlearnt
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Feed the Greed
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