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I am a studio musician,
We`ve never met,
But you know me well.
I am the English horn,
Who plays the poignant counterline
Upon the song you heard
While making love in some hotel.
I am a part of you,
I`ve never tried for fame,
You`ll never know my name.
I am the strings that enter softly,
Or three guitars
That glitter gold.
I am the thousand trumpet lines
That were an afterthought,
Intended as a way
To get a dying record sold.
I never ride the road,
I never play around,
I play what they set down.
I`m a working musician,
Living from week to week,
I`m the voice through which empty men try to speak.
A studio musician,
Blowin` the chance I seek.
And when the woodwind cushion rises,
I start to dream,
On a low brass bed,
But I awake to horns,
The drummer calls to me,
We`re up to letter D.
I`m a man of the moment,
Pop is my stock and trade,
Singles, jingles, and demos,
Conveniently made.
A studio musician,
Whose music will die unplayed.
A studio musician,
Whose music could have died unplayed.
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