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Lyrics
[Verse]
Oh
The sun has set
The moon doth rise
Still I sit 'neath these starry skies
A tale half-formed
My quill takes rest
The fire fades
The hour’s unpressed
[Verse 2]
My harp untouched
It weeps for song
Yet silence reigns where notes belong
The violin sleeps in its velvet case
Oh
Fiddler’s toil
I shan’t embrace
[Chorus]
Not today
Not tomorrow
No tales I weave
Procrastination’s web
It begs reprieve
In the quiet
I linger
My soul unwound
Drifting
Dreaming
Where no end is found
[Verse 3]
The castle calls with shadows deep
But my worn lute sings softly of sleep
A jest
A laugh
They wilt in time
I’ll pen my legend… Come morn’s first chime
[Verse 4]
The candle gutters
Wax pools near
Yet still
No heroes
No king appear
A bard I am
Or so they say
But inspiration keeps well away
[Chorus]
Not today
Not tomorrow
No tales I weave
Procrastination’s web
It begs reprieve
In the quiet
I linger
My soul unwound
Drifting
Dreaming
Where no end is found
Details
GeneratedMay 6, 2025
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
violin, medieval, harp, story-telling, powerful, harmonize, folk
Credits
Prompt by
lilshleepi
lilshleepiModelAria v4
Prompt
A lazy bards song of procrastination folk, bard, story telling, powerful, medieval, harp, violin, harmonize
