The Artists Lament
Inspiration, you mighty tree
Why hast thou forsaken me
Left me, cold, down on the floor
Abandoned on some lonely shore,
Dog house!!, you make me sleep
Through the cracks, you make me peep
Whimper, groan, howl at the moon
O won't you give me just one tune
Bad timing, rattles, lots o' twangs
Fretboard, resonator, bridge and fangs
3 fingers, all filled with lead
'Stay the path' was what you said"STAY THE PATH!!, you must be trueFrom the masters, take your cueEasy meals, you'll get none here
Back to work, or I'll kick your rear"
Practice, practice, my forlorn lot
What, no "Opry", there isn't a spot?
My audience, the dog shall be
Applause?.... a mere lick of the knee
But wait, what's this, oh can it be
Inspiration, you've come back to me!!
A robin, its feathers aglow
Has landed squarely on my banjo
Why now, why not then
Cackle, cackle you plunky hen
Out of the blue, into my picks
music, music, the cripple cricks!
I found you, or you found me
But, why had you forsaken me?"Forsaken you not, I was here all alongNow stop you whining, and play the song"
on “The Artists Lament”
Sunday, January 27, 2008 @10:47:17 PM
I love it. Now, put it to music and post it!
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