Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper


I have been working much too much lately to have had a chance to pick up the guitar. Accordingly, I started trying to find occasions to do so. And I found this perfectly good chord progression and a perfectly good set of lyrics to go along with them, although there's some danger that I'm going to have to completely retool the tune. It sounds way too familiar to me. On the other hand, maybe it isn't...

daisy_knotwise can't place it. I must consult with catalana tomorrow, as she and syalune are coming up to visit on their way to Marquette. :)

In the meantime, I have these perfectly good lyrics...

Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 2011


You know it’s often stated
That black magic’s overrated,
But the people who will say it are the first ones to run.
When the mystic’s getting manic,
They will fly into a panic
And they’re never there to help you when the fighting’s begun.
If you’re looking for a savior then start looking within
For a little bit of darkness and a helping of sin.
You’ll find that you’ll be fine
If you learn to walk the line
And let a little out instead of holding it in.

You’ve got to learn to love the darkness
Like you learned to love the light.
You’ve got to be a little heartless
If you want to win the fight.

When you’re under an attack
Doesn’t matter if it’s black,
‘Cause the magic that will save you is the magic you need.
When you’re taking mystic fire,
It’s no time to be a liar.
You are open to the darkness and you’re letting it feed.
If you want to save the friend who’s fighting there at your side
You have to take the chance she’ll see what you want to hide.
So go for the good that’s greater.
Make your explanations later.
The recrimination’s greater after doing the deed.

Now the hero in romances
Might be out there taking chances
And you know he will survive it with a soul that’s unstained.
But you know that’s just a story –
Just a tale of fiction’s glory.
You know it’s much more likely no survivor remained.
It’s ok if you’re hoping for some help from your friends,
But what if you’re the one on whom survival depends?
You’re the one on whom they’re counting.
You can feel the pressure mounting
And you’re praying that your darkness won’t undo what you’ve gained.

When the time arrives to choose,
White or black are simply hues
To represent the forces that have come here to play.
So when it’s time to fight
Use the black and use the white
And navigate a landscape colored in shades of gray.
If you want to be the last piece standing there on the board,
Purity’s a luxury that you can’t afford.
Whatever color you are using,
There is nothing worse than losing
So you cross the terminator into dark from the day.

(Chorus twice)

And you hear the darkness calling.
And you hear the darkness calling

Oh, and I'm fairly sure that these don't belong to the musical. I'm not sure yet who they do belong to.
Tags: filk, lyrics, musings, work

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