Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper

Puppet Master

As long as I'm digging through the untranscribed material in my filk book, let's grab another song from the same period that ended up on the same live tape. I was entertained to find two substantially different hand-written versions of this song, which is really unusual for me. What I've got here appears to be the second version and that seems to be a good thing, looking at the first version.

There's a wonderful quote that I tripped across somewhere: If you look into the future, don't be surprised if the future looks back at you and has ideas of its own.

Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 1987

Puppet Master

Magic pool of water, rippling looking glass.
Light reflecting images now lost within my past.
Turn the water inside out and cast the spell again.
Show me my tomorrow and not the things I’ve been.

I gaze into the water and I see the future clear.
Now the spell is shattered, but the future’s drawing near.
I want to flee in terror – I walk calmly to the door.
The future’s tugging at me now and I am free no more.

I have seen the future and the future has seen me.
Now I know where I must go, I know my destiny.
Am I just a puppet now – free will forever fled?
Will the puppet master pull my strings until the day I’m dead?

Waiting there outside the door, my best and oldest friend,
And I can only speak my lines until the drama’s end.
“What did you see?” he asks me. “What does the future hold?”
“Come in and stand beside me and watch as it unfolds.”

He stares into the water, but now the water’s clear.
He looks at me so strangely, but he doesn’t know to fear.
I slide my knife between his ribs before he can ask why.
I hear the future laughing and, as he dies, I cry.


Now I’m locked within my cell – they say that I am mad.
My words and tears flow freely now – please understand I had
No choice, no power to change the course of days of future past
And still my words are scripted until I breathe my last.

(Alternate chorus)
I have seen the future and the future has seen me.
Now I know where I must go, I know my destiny.
Now I’m just a puppet – free will forever fled
And the puppet master pulls my strings until the day I’m dead.
Tags: lyrics, musings

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