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
Its 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 flowing, he cant even rest unless-
Harmonic elements and special fx
Conform to all his whims, an interpretive text
But hed 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 flowing, he cant even rest unless-
Harmonic elements and special effects

Conform to all his whims, an interpretive text
And hed sing for the media if he had equal time
With a vocal ideal and a long lyric line
He is a songsmith
Its 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...