Musicians Life.
Written by Francie
The musician’s life is a lonely road
Full of blood, sweat, and beers
Where an “overnight success”
Actually takes many, many years
Our hands are never soft or frail
They’re always strong and worn
Often our hands look much like our hearts
Pretty rough and torn
It’s a lonely road as ever
But not quite as lonely as our soul
Most of us just yearn
To have a hand to hold
A common misconception
Is that drinks are always free
That you toss them back
Surrounded by friends & glee
But the honest truth is we
Usually drink our little pay
As quickly as we earn it
Just to help get us through the day
No matter how twisted up we are
You will always see us smile
No matter what the situation
We will always go the extra mile
We will lend a helping hand
And play many a show for free
While our own selves
We are struggling to feed
A musician’s life is a lonely road
Our friends are few and far between
True ones are even rarer
The ones that don’t see you as a “need”
We’ve all been used and abused
Screwed under, over, and around
Been stabbed in that back
By some we loved to have around
But for some insane reason
We never truly lose that fire
That drives to satisfy our souls
With that musical desire
We’re all filled with a lot of crazy,
A lot of love, and most of all we believe
That all of this is worth it
Especially if it’s healing me
We’re always searching for that answer
Always looking towards what we strive
Which is only something simple
We just want to feel alive
Some of us want fame and fortune
But their hearts are not as true
The true musician only cares about two things,
Me and you
Our hearts are big, our minds are lost
Our bodies ache and grow old
But our music will always live on
In the depths of our souls
No one really understands us
Except for the select few
Other musician’s who feel
These feelings too
We acknowledge each other’s plight
With no more than a simple look
Because only you and me can understand
The road that it has took
The musician’s life is a lonely one
Filled with blood, sweat, and beers
But we wouldn’t trade it for anything
Not in all of our years
Full of blood, sweat, and beers
Where an “overnight success”
Actually takes many, many years
Our hands are never soft or frail
They’re always strong and worn
Often our hands look much like our hearts
Pretty rough and torn
It’s a lonely road as ever
But not quite as lonely as our soul
Most of us just yearn
To have a hand to hold
A common misconception
Is that drinks are always free
That you toss them back
Surrounded by friends & glee
But the honest truth is we
Usually drink our little pay
As quickly as we earn it
Just to help get us through the day
No matter how twisted up we are
You will always see us smile
No matter what the situation
We will always go the extra mile
We will lend a helping hand
And play many a show for free
While our own selves
We are struggling to feed
A musician’s life is a lonely road
Our friends are few and far between
True ones are even rarer
The ones that don’t see you as a “need”
We’ve all been used and abused
Screwed under, over, and around
Been stabbed in that back
By some we loved to have around
But for some insane reason
We never truly lose that fire
That drives to satisfy our souls
With that musical desire
We’re all filled with a lot of crazy,
A lot of love, and most of all we believe
That all of this is worth it
Especially if it’s healing me
We’re always searching for that answer
Always looking towards what we strive
Which is only something simple
We just want to feel alive
Some of us want fame and fortune
But their hearts are not as true
The true musician only cares about two things,
Me and you
Our hearts are big, our minds are lost
Our bodies ache and grow old
But our music will always live on
In the depths of our souls
No one really understands us
Except for the select few
Other musician’s who feel
These feelings too
We acknowledge each other’s plight
With no more than a simple look
Because only you and me can understand
The road that it has took
The musician’s life is a lonely one
Filled with blood, sweat, and beers
But we wouldn’t trade it for anything
Not in all of our years