A writer like a blacksmith-forging works of iron The jagged edges tempered into solid scripts for hire Solitary craftsman at his console merging audio discrete An ever changing soundscape sets the stage; the twains shall meet in a union strong
Just like a working stiff He is a Songsmith In a strange synthesis "Restoration" announced It's the new riffs that count (no mainstream bore playing 13/4...)
Break out of silence-complete the curve The Songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve Innovation his palette-the urge and the test Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless- Harmonic elements and special fx conform to all his whims, an interpretive text But he'd sing for the masses if he just had the time with a vocal ideal and a long lyric line He is a Songsmith
Break out of silence-complete the curve The Songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve Innovation his palette-the urge and the test Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless- Harmonic elements and special effects
conform to all his whims, an interpretive text And he'd sing for the media if he had equal time with a vocal ideal and a long lyric line He is a Songsmith It's not too late for the Songsmith
The curtain opens for creativity Give a backseat role to conspiracy Hear the signature and the melody of the author flow in polyphony Will the writer last? Will his trade survive? In a world of commerce Can he hope to thrive? If his final sequence is not contrived Keep him honest now just to keep him alive