Joan
Lydia The Bard
4:33What's the point of pen to paper When there's nothing new to mention Brackish waters, murky memories Won't attract a Gods attention Lying logophile, a songbird When I'm nothing but a raven An imposter, someone stop her Bring some divine intervention Why am I so self important That I think you'll want to see me Flesh and bone and sound and drone, monotony embodied Want a unique thought? There are none My ideas are fragile copies Let me drop my pen to sleep again Amongst my anxious volley So what do I say? What do I say? What do I say when theres nothing to Give me something for my apathy I'm done with empty clinging Where's the cure, oh where's the Remedy Let me start from the beginning Speak my words a little louder Maybe then they'll have some meaning Cos what's the point if all my noise is hollow sounds and ringing I'm squeezing blood from stones I'm praying to the muses on their thrones I'm running until all that's left is bones With nothing left to show So what do I say What do I say What do I say when there's nothing to I'm a ship lost in the cold And I don't know the way to go Been around these parts and seas before But can't recall the way to shore