Share a song about WRITING music here

[derby378]

Here's one of my favorites:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbjOEnxTF8c

And here's the lyrics, just in case:

So you'll be an Austrian nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C
Which defies all earthly descriptions
You'll be commissioning a symphony in C

With money you squeeze from the peasants
To your nephew you can give it as a present
This magnificent symphony in C
You'll be commissioning a symphony in C

Completely filling the palace concert hall
It's warm and golden like an oven that's wide open
It has a melody both happy and sad
Built on Victoria's young triads

You've entered the room with great caution
Though no one in the hall is even watching
They are transfixed, they are forgetting just to breathe
They are so taken by your symphony in C

You're sitting there, thinking your thoughts
They are not about what is but what is not
You are sitting there, breathing in your breath
You are seldom breathing life, but mostly death

So you'll be an Austrian nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C
Which defies all earthly descriptions
You'll be commissioning a symphony in C

[Jokerman]

1. "Guitar and Pen" - Pete Townsend

You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there

You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen

When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say

When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get off of the floor tonight
You have something to write

When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you
You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
You've got a head start away from the street

But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
Could be there's just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen

When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back
To bring her some money, she's calling you "honey"
Stashed in a bloody great sack
In your Cadillac

You're alone
You're alone

You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there

You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen

Never spend your guitar or your pen

[hippywife]

2. Fire and Rain by James Taylor.

It's not totally about writing music but he does mention it. :hi:

[Louisiana1976]

3. "I Write the Songs"--Barry Manilow

[darkstar]

4. kinda....

LONESOME L.A. COWBOY: New Riders

(PETER ROWAN)

CHORUS:
I'M JUST A LONESOME L.A. COWBOY,
HANGIN' OUT, HANGIN' ON
TO YOUR WINDOW LEDGE, CALLIN' YOUR NAME
FROM MIDNIGHT UNTIL DAWN
I BEEN SMOKIN' DOPE, SNORTIN' COKE,
TRYIN' TO WRITE A SONG
FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW
‘TIL THE NEXT LINE COMES ALONG
FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW
‘TIL THE NEXT LINE COMES ALONG

THERE’S SO MANY PRETTY PEOPLE IN THE CITY,
I SWEAR SOME OF THEM ARE GIRLS
I MEET'EM DOWN AT BARNEY'S BEANERY
WITH THEIR PLATFORM HEELS AND SPIT CURLS
I BUY'EM DRINKS, WE SMOKE OUR HOPES
TRY TO MAKE IT ONE MORE NIGHT
BUT WHEN I’M LEFT ALL ALONE AT LAST
I FEEL LIKE I'LL DIE FROM FRIGHT

REPEAT CHORUS:
WELL, I KNOW CHRIS AND RITA, AND MARTY MULL
ARE MEETING AT THE TROUBADOUR
WE'LL GET IT ON WITH THE JOY OF COOKING
WHILE THE CROWD CRYS OUT FOR MORE
‘ROUND SIX O'CLOCK THIS MORNING
I'LL BE GETTIN' KIND OF SLOW
WHEN ALL THE SHOWS ARE OVER, HONEY,
TELL ME, WHERE DO YOU THINK I GO?

REPEAT CHORUS

[darkstar]

5. Getting in Tune

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57SgsJt0Ivs

[asdjrocky]

6. Last Song - Edward Bear

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPeAL657lnk

[Arugula Latte]

7. "Your Song" by Elton John (lyrics by Bernie Taupin)

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen