As anyone who's read this far will know, I believe the secret to being a great creative artist is to be a prolific artist. This song was finished sometime in March 2008. Part of the reason I don't have the exact date is that it's a bit self-indulgent. But I hey, being self-conscious is the downfall of the performer, so here it is...the music is Dargason.
I met a man in London town
Whose words had gained him great renown
I said your writing I must ken
Please tell me how you shake your pen.
When faced with bottles full of ink
What strong concoction do you drink
Or do you smoke Virginia's weed
Or is there something else you need.
He turned and smiled and said to me,
The secret's there for all to see.
To write great works just write a lot
Your wasted words will be for got
But how I said can you maintain
So many stories from your brain?
I can not write without some tales
But often inspiration fails.
He shook his head and then replied
The stories all come from outside.
Just watch and listen and you'll find
A tale or ten to parchment bind.
Don't take a page from Holinshed
Nay, take the book entire instead
A set of scenes are yours for free
When you take them from history.
Or steal your tales from comic bands
Who wander round Italian lands
Two star crossed lovers hatch a plan
To fake their deaths and leave their clan.
Or since the heir's a learned man
Who says tobacco we should ban
Then use his tome on witchery
To glorify his ancestry
Then make a story of his life
This prince who wed a Danish wife
The man with father murdered so
Now son to him who struck the blow.
Because you've got to pay the rent
Some times your talents must be spent
On writing trash that pays the bills
No matter how it hurts your quills.
But even these may prove their worth
If better stories they un earth
To write great works just write some more
And skim the dross out from the ore.
So now I scrible all the time
It matters not the form or rhyme.
A sonnet, story, short or long
And that is why I wrote this song!