Hello biab friends.
A troubled troupador whose career is at a crossroads, reflects on his fathers advice. This prodical son is the black sheep of a well-to-do family . He is ..... The Musician.

FATHER
Study hard and attend your classes
Get a career and pay your taxes
Be a doctor or a lawyer
You don't want to be a pauper

Only mix with A list people
Play the game but keep it legal
Just remember what we're saying
Money is for the taking

Put away those awful records
Cut your hair and be respectful
Can't you find some decent friends
who do not smell of cigarettes

You were showing so much promise
Now you bring this shame upon us
Guitars are a passing thing
What good can music bring

SON
I'm playing my music in a downtown bar
the atmosphere is quite bizarre
Full of suits and their candy floss
I can't break through , I'm at a loss
It's theraputic to play my music
And I hope that I never lose it
But no one listens any more
I might as well play to the wall
And when I finish no one claps
except for one girl down the back
I smile at her and carry on
and lurch into my final song
And when I finish they do not care
I want to vent but do not dare
I remember the girl who liked my song
and that's enough to drive me on .

FATHER
You were a member of the ivy league
but now we simply can't believe
Ask ourselves where we went wrong
When you said I don't belong

Whiskey and women all night long
your inheritence will soon be gone
and one thing I can't understand
you turned your back on all we planned

Your friends are dying one by one
and soon enough your time will come
so listen closley what I say
give it up just walk away

Your mothers hair is turning grey
I worry that she's losing weight
Nothing more that we can do
Save yourself , it's up to you

SON
The songs I write don't get much traction
maybe I need to change my fashion
S#*~ happened to amazing peoples
Dumbass Decca rejected the Beatles
so I just keep on plugging away
and maybe I'll write a hit someday
but until I do I'm telling you
It's in my blood , nothing I can do
I am stuck here in my lonely world
Without a doubt its quite absurd
At 3am when I can't sleep
I walk the dog around the street
A song is playing in my head
but then it's gone , blank instead
from the hood I got my pride
but I've hit the skids I'm on the slide
my originals may not come back
I've fallen into that covers trap

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The band is all biab with a mashup of cutting and pasting.
Style is a combination of _BEATBOX.STY and
ORK816S.STY (Orchestral 8ths and 16ths) and
HOPHORN.STY (Hip Hop Beat w/ Horns) and
MICHEL1.STY (Michel 1 - Slow Pop Orchestral)
909 bass
2346 horn section
Hip Hop Real Drums Nashville even 16
Orchestral BB Strings MIDI 49 strings
2335 String Quartet
RealTracks in style: 1943:Synth, Rhythm, EuroDance Strings
RealTracks in style: ~2267:Synth, BellPad, Rhythm 80sPopPads
Loop in Style: Other\Human Beatbox - beatbox_lightbuzz80a
RealTracks in style: 2448:Guitar, Electric, Background, PopDreamyBrent