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 flowinghe can't even rest unless-

Harmonic elements and special fx

Conform to all his whimsan 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 flowinghe can't even rest unless-

Harmonic elements and special effects



Conform to all his whimsan 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



We need the songsmith...