WHEN I WAS A SINGER

Just in the pubs and clubs Humping our own gear around Seemingly, always upstairs For weddings and birthday parties Sorting out miles of wires Well-worked practise But when those amps were turned on With an audible amplified thud As switches are flicked And their lights gaze like tiny red eyes That's when I am ready First number and the drums and bass Connect to create new heartbeats And now I'm into it Not the man in the mill anymore I'm the frontman for the band And the music soars through me As the night goes on and grows The crowd has grown and is dancing Gaining energy from the music And feeding it back to us in turn Now THIS is being alive And so it was By Phil Roberts

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