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Studio Musician Lyrics Artist(Band):Barry Manilow
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. If you find some error in Studio Musician Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Studio Musician The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Barry Manilow" Music | |
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