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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.
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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.

Writer(s): Rupert Holmes
Copyright: Widescreen Publishing Inc., Leeds Music Corp.
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