Laurence Overmire - A-Mused (Or: What's Shakespeare Got That I Haven't Got?) lyrics

Here I sit Musing on the Muse Oh glorious Muse Muse-ic to my ears! From whence comes thy chariot of golden fire To dazzle with brilliance my feeble wit? What a pity little brain have I Sitting like a dunce in the dark corner of the room. Teach me, spirit, spare not thy en-lightening rod Awaken the sleeping synapse and obstructed neuron that cannot complete A sentence, a nuance, a rhyme. I'll write thy name on the blackboard of the sky Fifty thousand times and more If only, but only, you might reveal that name Sacred, unspoken, mysterious Name And whisper it softly, oh so softly In my ear... Pretty please?