Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper
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Overture

So last weekend, we pulled into the Doubletree Hotel for OVFF at around 6 PM local time, which wasn't too bad, considering some of the challenges we had on the trip, including Katie dropping her hamburger, which led to a twenty minute detour for reasons that are mostly unprintable. :)

I had written a song for the OVFF songwriting contest, for which the theme was "Once Upon a Time". And by the time I registered and walked by the sign up sheet, it was full. And overfull. And people were writing entries in the margins. So I figured I'd join them and scrawled my name in at position 21.

Not surprisingly, I didn't end up getting into the contest. But I sang the song later during the open filk and it got a reasonable reception. :)

Anyway, the song is actually the opening for the long-stalled musical that I've been writing off and on for years now. And that's a good thing...

Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 2013

Overture

Once upon a time there was a forest that grew at the end of the world.
It was dark and deep.
It could steal your sleep.
It was the place where all the shadows swirled.
And a wise man would not go there and a fool would not return.
And if you looked past the lies
That are trapped in his lost eyes,
You’d see the final thing he learned.

(Chorus)
That magic always has a price
And sometimes what it asks for isn't very nice.
You never know what you will have to sacrifice
In the end
For what you’d defend.

At the end of the road there was a village by the forest at the end of the world.
And the people there
Knew they didn't care
For the magic the old wizard hurled.
And he lived in the forest and they stayed safe in their town.
And the patterns he erected
Round the thing that he protected
Would lead the village folk to frown.

In the village lived a brother and a sister and everybody knew they were strange.
There was something of the other
That they’d gotten from their mother
And a fate they couldn't rearrange.
And she wove thread in patterns into fabric that was wondrous to see,
But in order to get paid
She would have to make a trade
To guarantee its purity.

(Bridge)
And the wizard wove protection
With the light of the moon and the stars
And the forest’s dark infection
Stayed locked away by shining bars.
But a new game is beginning.
A new power has come to play.
There’s sinning for the winning
All locked up – in shades of gray.

(Chorus twice)
And who you’d defend.
And why you’d defend.
Tags: cons, filk, home, lyrics, musings
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