Filker's Bardic Ring Words by Larry KirbyFrom the small cons down in Florida To the big ones in LA With an old guitar and a battered notebook They all come to play They come here for the Filking They're here for just one thing To sit and play til the break of day In a filker's bardic ring. Some can sing like Julia Like an angel from afar Some can play like Leslie On a 12 string guitar But most just know a few chords And some can barely sing But they all yearn to take their turn In a filker's bardic Ring There those that write like Misty With words that soar and fly And those like Bob Kanefsky Make us laugh until we cry They all want to tell those stories That make you want to sing And they all long to do that 100th song In a filker's bardic ring We don't do it for the money We don't do it for the fame Some will sing a lifetime And never make a name They long to write that special song The respect that it would bring But most by far will never star In a filker's bardic ring And then one night at some little con Where no stars have ever sung Like a miracle some golden words Fall off of someone's tongue And after years of being nothing They all listen to you sing And for a while you'll set the style In a filker's bardic ring From the small cons down in Florida To the big ones in LA With an old guitar and a battered notebook They all come to play They come here for the Filking They're here for just one thing To sit and play til the break of day In a filker's bardic ring... In a filker's bardic ring!