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Barry Manilow
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Studio Musician - Live From 02 Arena London, England / 2011
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, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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