before you sing, before you
strum you silver strings
put down your cup which drowns
the sounds of us
one hallowed night delfiled,
I concieved your child
the life that you disown,
the wile you tried to own
at the crossroads of will
the child you had me kill
but you had causes, you had
hope
you always had enough rope
and as you mother, I gave
birth to you
and'still you do not know
me
before you sing, before you
strum your muted strings
put down your cross, consider
what it has cost
my mask it mirrors yours,
the task you must endure
layed out upon your bed, to
cup your weary head
you have poisoned well the
songs you sell
you've created hell upon earth
and the gleemen laugh with
their ghoulish glee
and still you do not know
me
© 1087 John S. Hardy Music (ASCAP)
Note: This song is from a forthcoming play by Gia.ncarlo Biagi and Jack Hardy with songs by Jack Hardy. In this song the lead character, a singer, is being attacked by the muse in the form of the'lhree phases of the moon godess. The muse is explaining why she has forsaken the singer; he has not confronted love, he has not confronted the family, and ha has not confronted his own mortality. The muse is wearing masks, the singer is wearing a guitar.
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