Songwriter: Rupert Holmes
Producer: Jeffrey Lesser
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
more tracks from the album
From the albums
Rupert Holmes popular songs
- Escape (The Piña Colada Song)
- Weekend Lover
- Bagdad
- The O’Brien Girl
- Him (single edit)
- Annabella
- Special Thanks
- Cold
- Soap Opera
- Let’s Get Crazy Tonight
- You’ll Love Me Again
- Speechless
- Answering Machine
- Brass Knuckles
- I Don’t Need You
- Our National Pastime
- Partners in Crime
- Full Circle
- Morning Man
- Everything Gets Better When You’re Drunk
- Second Saxophone
- Phantom of the Opera
- Letters That Cross in the Mail
- Talk