Studio Musician
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โฑ๏ธ 3:50 duration
๐ ID: 11925147
๐ Lyrics
I am a studio musician
We've never met, but you know me well
I am the English horn that played the poignant counter-line
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, pulling my five a week
I'm the voice through which empty men try to speak
A studio musician blowing the chance I seek
And when the woodwind cushion rises
I start to dream with the low brass bed
And I reject the riffs and Hendrix licks they've paid me for
That I've played before
Instead, they want what I hear in my head
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-in-trade
Singles, jingles, and demos conveniently made
A studio musician whose music will die unplayed
We've never met, but you know me well
I am the English horn that played the poignant counter-line
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, pulling my five a week
I'm the voice through which empty men try to speak
A studio musician blowing the chance I seek
And when the woodwind cushion rises
I start to dream with the low brass bed
And I reject the riffs and Hendrix licks they've paid me for
That I've played before
Instead, they want what I hear in my head
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-in-trade
Singles, jingles, and demos conveniently made
A studio musician whose music will die unplayed
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.05] I am a studio musician
[00:21.56] We've never met, but you know me well
[00:29.15] I am the English horn that played the poignant counter-line
[00:35.34] Upon the song you heard while making love in some hotel
[00:43.80] I am a part of you, I've never tried for fame
[00:51.16] You'll never know my name
[01:00.61] I am the strings that enter softly
[01:05.87] Or three guitars that glitter gold
[01:13.43] I am the thousand trumpet lines that were an afterthought
[01:19.78] Intended as a way to get a dying record sold
[01:28.11] I never ride the road, I never play around
[01:35.24] I play what they set down
[01:40.22] I'm a working musician, pulling my five a week
[01:47.11] I'm the voice through which empty men try to speak
[01:53.96] A studio musician blowing the chance I seek
[02:16.96] And when the woodwind cushion rises
[02:22.15] I start to dream with the low brass bed
[02:29.71] And I reject the riffs and Hendrix licks they've paid me for
[02:35.47] That I've played before
[02:37.62] Instead, they want what I hear in my head
[02:44.09] But I awake to horns, the drummer calls to me
[02:51.03] We're up to letter D
[02:55.82] I'm a man of the moment, pop is my stock-in-trade
[03:02.87] Singles, jingles, and demos conveniently made
[03:09.49] A studio musician whose music will die unplayed
[03:23.00]
[00:21.56] We've never met, but you know me well
[00:29.15] I am the English horn that played the poignant counter-line
[00:35.34] Upon the song you heard while making love in some hotel
[00:43.80] I am a part of you, I've never tried for fame
[00:51.16] You'll never know my name
[01:00.61] I am the strings that enter softly
[01:05.87] Or three guitars that glitter gold
[01:13.43] I am the thousand trumpet lines that were an afterthought
[01:19.78] Intended as a way to get a dying record sold
[01:28.11] I never ride the road, I never play around
[01:35.24] I play what they set down
[01:40.22] I'm a working musician, pulling my five a week
[01:47.11] I'm the voice through which empty men try to speak
[01:53.96] A studio musician blowing the chance I seek
[02:16.96] And when the woodwind cushion rises
[02:22.15] I start to dream with the low brass bed
[02:29.71] And I reject the riffs and Hendrix licks they've paid me for
[02:35.47] That I've played before
[02:37.62] Instead, they want what I hear in my head
[02:44.09] But I awake to horns, the drummer calls to me
[02:51.03] We're up to letter D
[02:55.82] I'm a man of the moment, pop is my stock-in-trade
[03:02.87] Singles, jingles, and demos conveniently made
[03:09.49] A studio musician whose music will die unplayed
[03:23.00]