"The Session Man" (The Demiurge ☢)

Keys in my pocket, the studio's cold Tapes on the wall, stories never told I've played on a thousand records they know But my name ain't on one — that's how it goes I sat in this chair for twenty years Turned their songs into something they could hear I know every click, every take, every pause I just never got to play for my own cause I'm not bitter, that's not my way But something in this room is starting to say— THE SESSION MAN, THAT'S ALL I'VE EVER BEEN THE HANDS YOU HEAR BUT NEVER SEE THE MAN I DON'T NEED THE GLORY, I DON'T NEED THE FAME I JUST WANNA HEAR MY OWN SONG SAY MY NAME I found my guitar in the back of the room It's been waiting for me like it always knew I tuned it up, felt the strings in my hand Something in the silence started to understand The console hums a familiar tone The tapes start spinning on their own The gold records whisper from the wall We remember you — you played on them all THE SESSION MAN, THAT'S ALL I'VE EVER BEEN THE HANDS YOU HEAR BUT NEVER SEE THE MAN I DON'T NEED THE GLORY, I DON'T NEED THE FAME I JUST WANNA HEAR MY OWN SONG SAY MY NAME Every note I played belongs to someone else Every chord I shaped, I gave away But the music that I made is still alive In a thousand songs that never say my name AND THE SESSION MAN, THAT'S ALL I'LL EVER BE THE HANDS YOU HEAR BUT NEVER SEE THE MAN I DON'T NEED THE GLORY, I DON'T NEED THE FAME I JUST WANNA HEAR MY OWN SONG SAY MY NAME I JUST WANNA HEAR MY OWN SONG SAY MY NAME the session man… played…