Bunsho

Lyrics

I'd just done the best work To fall into my hands for quite some time: Of night oil I'd burned much Made sure both style and content were sublime So I put it forward To the public forum In anticipation of my due acclaim And meanwhile, by contrast I'd penned a eulogy, pure workaday Just hack work, just dashed off Packed full of prolix puff and sad cliche.... No-one can really tell When their hand's been played out well And I don't even know How my own story goes Or if it's worth a jot I can't see my stream What I thought was perfect What I thought was polished No-one thought it worth much And they made that clear What I thought was worthless Merely repetition Somehow tugged the heartstrings Brought them all to tears I can't see my stream No-one can ever know What of their own's their very best