This is an acoustic folksy song that kinda started years ago with the line "Que Sera, Sera, Scheherazade" but i didn't know where to go from there. When forcing myself to just throw things against the wall, I ended up writing an opening verse that felt like Scheherazade
Why does every song feel like starting over?
I'm scripting out another first saga again
One thousand and one nights placating my captor,
listening intently weapon drawn, Shahryar at my bed,
Well Que será, será, Scheherazade,
It's only tales upon tales for you,
Writing parables like ministers to further extend your youth,
Like Shakespeare with a quill, Steven King with the keys,
Que será, será Scheherazade,
What will be will be,
I wonder if soon I'll will empty my quiver of clever retorts to fling,
No volley of verses, phrases or curses to blot out the sky I bring,
I'll stand out unarmed, no ink for the pen and lay myself down at range,
Just me and my heart exposed to the world, ready to take the blame,
Well Que será, será, Scheherazade,
It's only tales upon tales for you,
Writing parables like ministers to further extend your youth,
Like Shakespeare with a quill, Steven King with the keys,
Que será, será Scheherazade,
What will be will be,
So accept my as I leave me,
Unclothed and unwell,
If one day I empty
the ink from the well,
I hope you judge me fairly
and not condemn me to hell,
I hope I continue to create
More tales to tell
@n1742 Feb 2022
great idea Penn, a song for Scheherazade. I would love to have a quiver of clever retorts. I've only ever had the odd broken arrow. It's a chorus that the listener really looks forward to and wants to join in. great drum sounds as well by the way.
@tseaver Feb 2022
Nice write: pulls out the poignancy of the story wonderfully, with a deft depiction of the vulnerability of the poet / artist / maker.