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Day For Night's fourth song in a series about "Hollywood Cinema."
On this one, Steve gave me the opportunity to come up with lyrics and sing the lead.
SteveL: instrumental, backing vocals, mixing and production
Mystified: lead vocals, lyrics
Enjoy! :)
(Thanks, Steve....You were right about this one! ;)
On this one, Steve gave me the opportunity to come up with lyrics and sing the lead.
SteveL: instrumental, backing vocals, mixing and production
Mystified: lead vocals, lyrics
Enjoy! :)
(Thanks, Steve....You were right about this one! ;)
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Lyrics
She puts on her makeup … fixes her hair,
Pouts at the mirror… decides what to wear.
Another audition; no in-between.
She's headed for the Silver Screen.
The rain is a torrent--she catches a cab
Takes out a dollar—all that she has
Rent's due tomorrow--pays by the week
...Audition dress is " Hollywood chic."
CHORUS:
You can sell it any way you choose--
Some of them win, but more of them lose.
You get a break, then you'll live your dream
There on the Silver Screen.
Makes the audition… gets in the queue,
Looks at her lines—knows what she'll do
This time is different, "this time," she means
To get to the Silver Screen.
She does her best reading, summons her tears,
Brings out the drama…stifles her fears
The smiles in return are jaded and grey,
"Send in the next one," is all that they say.
CHORUS:
You can sell it any way you choose,
"Don't call us—We'll call you."
You cut your losses so you'll take the scene
There on the Silver Screen.
There's a club a the posh side of town,
It's a goldmine if you wanna be 'found.'
Hollywood moguls, purveyors of dreams
Who'll get you to the Silver Screen.
She sits at a table—doesn't take long,
The guy in the pinstripe is coming on strong
Say he has connections—can make her a star
Has more details—out in his car….
CHORUS
You can take it anyway you choose,
Some take their chances, and some pay their dues.
The glamour's hip and the fame is keen
Up on the Silver Screen.
Three weeks later, there on the beach
The light's fading quickly—her hope's out of reach.
She's clasping a letter; the paper is worn
The words she remembers -- "please come on home…"
Another tomorrow, another 'last try.'
Knows that she's close, can't explain why,
The sooner she makes it, the sooner they'll know
She was meant for the pictures; the star of the show.
CHORUS
You can sell it any way you choose—
Some will strike gold, but most of them lose.
Hearts for sale, but tears are free.
All for the Silver Screen.
And when the lights come up, the curtain falls
On '3/4 sets' and balsa wood walls;
Aspirations are illusion's sheen
Behind the Silver Screen.
lyrics ©2006 Mystified
Pouts at the mirror… decides what to wear.
Another audition; no in-between.
She's headed for the Silver Screen.
The rain is a torrent--she catches a cab
Takes out a dollar—all that she has
Rent's due tomorrow--pays by the week
...Audition dress is " Hollywood chic."
CHORUS:
You can sell it any way you choose--
Some of them win, but more of them lose.
You get a break, then you'll live your dream
There on the Silver Screen.
Makes the audition… gets in the queue,
Looks at her lines—knows what she'll do
This time is different, "this time," she means
To get to the Silver Screen.
She does her best reading, summons her tears,
Brings out the drama…stifles her fears
The smiles in return are jaded and grey,
"Send in the next one," is all that they say.
CHORUS:
You can sell it any way you choose,
"Don't call us—We'll call you."
You cut your losses so you'll take the scene
There on the Silver Screen.
There's a club a the posh side of town,
It's a goldmine if you wanna be 'found.'
Hollywood moguls, purveyors of dreams
Who'll get you to the Silver Screen.
She sits at a table—doesn't take long,
The guy in the pinstripe is coming on strong
Say he has connections—can make her a star
Has more details—out in his car….
CHORUS
You can take it anyway you choose,
Some take their chances, and some pay their dues.
The glamour's hip and the fame is keen
Up on the Silver Screen.
Three weeks later, there on the beach
The light's fading quickly—her hope's out of reach.
She's clasping a letter; the paper is worn
The words she remembers -- "please come on home…"
Another tomorrow, another 'last try.'
Knows that she's close, can't explain why,
The sooner she makes it, the sooner they'll know
She was meant for the pictures; the star of the show.
CHORUS
You can sell it any way you choose—
Some will strike gold, but most of them lose.
Hearts for sale, but tears are free.
All for the Silver Screen.
And when the lights come up, the curtain falls
On '3/4 sets' and balsa wood walls;
Aspirations are illusion's sheen
Behind the Silver Screen.
lyrics ©2006 Mystified
perhaps soft rock......good tune none the less : ) I like it