Cluin: your comment about Roger Miller brings to mind a verse from a song I wrote, remembering getting up early in the morning after a recording session at the Paton's. I was the only one up, as we'd been up late, but all the instruments were leaning against the wall. The verse is:

"Down stairs, no one is waking
Though the clock on the wall says a quarter to eight
And the banjo and fiddle still lean by the wall
With songs of their own that just wait to be played
And it's almost like being back home"

If there are songs waiting to be sung, there are tunes, too..

Jerry