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Rupert Holmes
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Studio Musician
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
working my five a week
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I'm the voice through each empty men
tried to speak
A studio musician
Blowin' the chance I see
And when the woodwind cushion rises
I start to dream
With the low brass bed
But I awake the horns
The drummer calls to me
We're up the letter D
I'm a man of the moment
pop is my stock n' trade
Singles, jingles and demos
conventently made
A studio musician
Whose music will die unplayed
A studio musician
Whose music could have died unplayed
- 感谢 MichaelMedia 修正歌词
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