William Shatner - Theme from Cyrano Lyrics

Lyrics Theme from Cyrano - William Shatner



What would you have me do?
What would you have me do?
Seek out some wealthy patron and crawl like a clinging vine up the
Lordly tree?
Rising by deceit and trickery instead of my own strength?
No thank you
Imitate what others do and dedicate my works to the rich in the
Hope of arousing a smile of recognition from some sterile face?
No thank you
Breakfast everyday on insults,
Wear out my knees and warp my spine with
Endless bowing and groveling in the dust?
No thank you
Become a master of hypocrisy and opportunism?
Never letting my right hand know what my left is doing?
Burn incense for some glorified idol
Of the day, pull the proper strings?
No thank you
Shall I become the captain of some literary cult by writing stupid
Love songs for wealthy widows and navigate to success with their
Sighs filing out my sails?
Pay some publisher to print my poems
And bribe some critic to review them?
No, thank you!
Shall I become the high priest of a petty
Group of hack writers who dine together once a week?
No, I thank you!
Shall I build my reputation on one flawless poem and never write
Another, should I scheme to get my name mentioned in the columns of
Some newspaper and smack my lips
Over little praises written about me?
No, thank you
Shall I calculate and scheme, live in fear,
Make visits instead of rhymes,
Meet all the right people, seek introductions and favors?
No, thank you
No I thank you.
And again, I thank you!
Oh my friend. I prefer to sing, to laugh, to dream,
To travel light in my own way to see things as they are,
And speak out without fear,
To cock my hat at any angle that I choose,
To duel if necessary for a quick "yes" or "no"
I prefer to work alone without any thought of reward,
To scorn fame for a journey to the moon.
To never write a line that does not ring with sincerity
I shall be content with the fruits and flowers that grow in my garden,
No matter how small, because they belong to me.
Then if success should come my way,
No tribute ever need be paid to Caesar,
Whatever fortune or misfortune that happens shall be mine and only
Mine. And though I may never reach the stature of
A great oak tree, I shall never be a parasitic vine
I will climb perhaps to no great height, but I will.
Climb... alone!




William Shatner - The Transformed Man




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