I wrote most of this 15 years ago and have been sitting on it until now (2023). It's in part about--per the title--what it would've been like to have been a member of the Wrecking Crew during the SMiLE (Dumb Angel) Sessions in 1966-67, but in a vocal capacity (which of course the Beach Boys' didn't need). I also love the SMiLE cover art and the photography from the studio during the album's making, so lots of references to that herein like what would it be like to be inside Frank Holmes' SMiLE shop?
I think I must've been listening to a lot of Inara George and Bird and the Bee when I wrote this because it sure sounds like that style. OK with me.
Lyrics
Dumb Angel Sessioneer
I'm plugging into the endorphins
that my exercise releases,
meditation is the catalyst
to natural exegesis underway.
I don't respond to competition,
but attempts for your attention
my prerogative to share with you
the heavier, unlabeled acetates.
And you don't have to pay
to listen to me play.
You're Welcome to my dream,
the listening booth is free.
Smiling merchants let you hear
this dumb angel sessioneer.
Behind the glass, the magic kingdom
without clocks to stop the singing,
without rhymes to make a living
or a register to cash in your mistakes.
Up on the wall, the colored baffles
keep away the worldly troubles,
and the lyrics in the earphones
seem to come from some exotic, other place.
And you don't have to pay
to listen to me play.
You're Welcome to my dream,
the listening booth is free.
Smiling merchants let you hear
this dumb angel sessioneer.
Without any means to sway you
but the music I can play you, and
the best that I can offer you is
nowhere else I have to be today.
And you don't have to pay
to listen to me play.
You're Welcome to my dream,
the listening booth is free.
Smiling merchants let you hear
this dumb angel sessioneer.