Cobalt - Iconoclast lyrics
[Cobalt - Iconoclast lyrics]
"Things may not be immediately discernible
In what a man writes
And in this sometimes he
Is fortunate but eventually
They are quite clear and by these
And the degree of alchemy that he possesses
He will endure or be forgotten
Writing, at it's best
Is a lonely life organizations
For writers palliate
The writer's loneliness but I doubt
If they improve his writing he grows
In public stature as he sheds
His loneliness and often his
Work deteriorates for he
Does his work alone and if he
Is a good enough writer he must face
Eternity, or the lack of it, each day
For a true writer each book should
Be a new beginning where
He tries again for something that
Is beyond attainment he should
Always try for something that has
Never been done or that
Others have tried and failed then
Sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed
How simple the writing of literature would
Be if it were only necessary
To write in another way what
Has been well written it
Is because we have had such great
Writers in the past that
A writer is driven far out
Past where he can go
Out to where no one can help him
I have spoken too long for
A writer a writer should
Write what he has to say and not speak it
Writing, at it's best, is a lonely life
He will endure or be forgotten
He will endure or be forgotten"
In what a man writes
And in this sometimes he
Is fortunate but eventually
They are quite clear and by these
And the degree of alchemy that he possesses
He will endure or be forgotten
Writing, at it's best
Is a lonely life organizations
For writers palliate
The writer's loneliness but I doubt
If they improve his writing he grows
In public stature as he sheds
His loneliness and often his
Work deteriorates for he
Does his work alone and if he
Is a good enough writer he must face
Eternity, or the lack of it, each day
For a true writer each book should
Be a new beginning where
He tries again for something that
Is beyond attainment he should
Always try for something that has
Never been done or that
Others have tried and failed then
Sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed
How simple the writing of literature would
Be if it were only necessary
To write in another way what
Has been well written it
Is because we have had such great
Writers in the past that
A writer is driven far out
Past where he can go
Out to where no one can help him
I have spoken too long for
A writer a writer should
Write what he has to say and not speak it
Writing, at it's best, is a lonely life
He will endure or be forgotten
He will endure or be forgotten"