While I'm Here
While I'm Here
Tune: When I Go, by Dave Carter
Lyrics by Blind Lemming Chiffon, 3/18/2008

Sit in the circle, don't say a thing
I must hear pretty music while I'm here
When it's your turn, be ready to sing
I must listen intently while I'm here

You may bellow like a banshee, or sing loudly and off key,
If you're a talented professional, it's all the same to me
I must pounce upon your songs and I'll absorb them like a sponge
The celebration never quite gets done, the circle must go on, while I'm here

Soon to be my turn, ready to go
I will strum ukulele while I'm here
Fire burns within me, soft steady glow
I must sing you my new song while I'm here

I must catch another airplane, I must see my friends again
Sing in broken voice at four A.M. just like a dog in pain
I must take a dose of strong caffeine, stay up 'til dawn is near
I'll post my new song here on LJ, hope that someone out there likes it while I'm here

It's seven in the morning and at last it's time to sleep
There's a sign upon my doorknob, and a solemn vow to keep
For the sound of roaring vacuum cleaners, that's a thing I fear
And I must bundle up, wear earplugs, let no light disturb my slumber while I'm here

Daytime, the concerts, hearing my friends
Hope they'll let me sing with them while I'm here
World of dreams where the song never ends
I must sit 'til my back hurts while I'm here

And should you hear me sing a song you like, no matter how absurd,
Please don't be afraid to tell me, or to ask me for the words.
I'll accept your admiration, if it's honest and sincere,
And if you don't like my singing, will you please keep your mouth shut, while I'm here