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Cioffi (spoken): You see what I'm saying? The song itself is kind of lackluster. It lacks .. Chris: Yes? Cioffi: Luster. Chris: I agree. We need a completely new composition, one that's catchier than pink eye. I'll leave you to it. Cioffi: Well, at least now you'll have a few minutes alone with your piano. Aaron: Alone, yeah. Cioffi: Could I ask, only because I've wondered this my entire life--which would normally come first, the music or the lyric? Aaron: Same answer as the chicken or the egg. Cioffi: Ah, so it's the lyric. Aaron: No. It can start with a note. Which can become a phrase. And then you try hanging words off each branch, like trimming a tree. Cioffi: Sounds easy enough. Aaron: Really? Well don't talk about love Or you'll have to say "fits like a glove" Or "As certain as push comes to shove" You will pine for the woman you're constantly thinking of You see the problem. Cioffi: Dangling participle. So you suggest staying away from love? Aaron: At all costs. And don't mention your life Or you'll have to say "cuts like a knife" Or refer to the heartbreak and strife When you find that you're missing your ... Cioffi: Missing? Aaron: What? Cioffi: You were saying what you miss. Aaron: No I meant that, well ... (sung)I miss the music I miss the song Since she’s not with me It comes out wrong It doesn’t matter How hard I try I’ve lost the music I don’t know why You may have known Before I met her I wrote alone But if you ask me What I prefer I’d say the music I wrote with her When you’re writing a song And you’ve a partner The room is filled with jokes and chatter She says something You say something She writes a line You play a vamp But when you’re writing a song Without a partner That’s a completely different matter No one tells you “That’s not funny” No one says “Let’s cut that bar” No one makes you better than you are I can’t pretend I miss the music I miss my friend No need to ask me What I prefer I choose the music I wrote with her I liked the music I made with … Georgia (spoken): Aaron, I forgot my lyric. Can you believe it? Me. Aaron: Well you’re not the lyricist now, you’re the star. Georgia? Break a leg. Georgia: Thanks. You can finish the song without me? Aaron: I’m a one-man band. (sung) I miss the music I miss my friend No need to ask me What I prefer I choose the music I wrote with her I loved the music I made with her
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