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06 July 2010 @ 09:38 pm
Edward's Song: "The Hero With A Thousand Faces"  
FMA Music: "Edward's Song: The Hero With The Thousand Faces"
Original Lryics by binaryalchemist   Music: "McDonald on the Hill" (traditional) Title inspired by the book by Joseph Campbell

I've written half a dozen silly Edward songs...but THIS is the serious one I'm proud of. It's not simply about Edward but about those who love him enough to create art, music, stories and drama--the FMA fans....it's about YOU.
It could also apply to a certain English boy magician, come to think of it...
If  you disagree...well, just allow a cranky blues singer the right to a bit of a a fandom protest song....

 

THE HERO WITH A THOUSAND FACES

By The Binary Alchemist

(ttto “McDonald On The Hill”, traditional)

 

The seed that births the Hero isn’t nurtured in the womb

A drop of ink ignites a life in a writer’s lonely room

He’s born of someone’s fancy—someone just like you or I

But their dream contains a spark that will not die

 

A feather-stroke of sumi ink upon a page of white

A pencil sketch on legal pad—a young man springs to life

A manga stall in Tokyo—a bookshop in Detroit

We will gather there to read of his exploits

 

(chorus)

He bears a thousand faces and a hundred million names

A scribble or a keystroke and his life begins again

No single bard or artist takes the credit for his birth

For the Hero’s tale is older than the Earth….

 

A tattered book is cherished as it’s passed from hand to hand

The young man quest retold in countless tongues and foreign lands

It changes in the telling as his tale becomes our own

In the landscape of our dreams he makes his home

 

At multiplex and IMAX the adventure will unfold

The profits are astounding from a franchise bought and sold

His figure sells on Ebay—I cannot afford the cost

And along the way beloved tales get lost….

 

 (chorus)

He bears a thousand faces and a hundred million names

A scribble or a keystroke and his life begins again

No single bard or artist takes the credit for his birth

For the Hero’s tale is older than the Earth….

 

It’s sequel after sequel—milk a franchise half to death

When we squeeze each drop of profit we are squeezing out the breath

Of a young man on Adventure’s Road—his triumps and his pain

But within our home-spun tales he breathes again

 

The Realm of Dreams contains a room unseen by waking eyes

Where the songs and art and fanfics scorned as cannon-less and lies

Have been bound with love and tender care on a billion star-lit shelves

Where in joy the Hero reads about himself

 

(chorus)

He bears a thousand faces and a hundred million names

A scribble or a keystroke and his life begins again

No single bard or artist takes the credit for his birth

For the Hero’s tale is older than the Earth….

 

You’d think the book that starts his shelf ought to bear the name of one

Who has sold the book—who owns the rights—when all is said and done

But their empires are inspired by the hero’s tales of yore

And though the names and lands have changed, they will endure

 

Is it Harry Potter’s magic---or the Elric’s alchemy?

They are dreams that weave the Hero’s bones—the mythic’s tapestry

From painted cave to Blu-ray, ‘cross a thousand stars and seas—

His enduring tale’s his immortality

His enduring tale’s his  immortality…..


 
 
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on July 7th, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)
Yay for filk. I love this. Great job!
The Binary Alchemistbinaryalchemist on July 7th, 2010 02:19 am (UTC)
Thanks!