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Hidden Gold
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This song was inspired by, and dedicated to, several mentors Ive had in my life in the last few years, and speaks to the challenging but valuable nature of the teacher-student relationship.
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Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, and producer who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away
Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, producer, lutenist, and medieval enthusiast who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away. In the Society for Creative Anachronism, Drake is part of the bardic community, where original and period performances are shared at fire circles and waysides for weary travelers. (The general SCA term for an individual vocal performer is a bard). Drakes persona is an English composer and musician living in the sixteenth century. Drake is currently serving as Queens Bard for the East Kingdom.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
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#1,923 today Peak #45
#509 in subgenre Peak #5
Author
Eric Schrager
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2015 by Eric Schrager
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October 28, 2015
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MP3 5.4 MB • 132 kbps • 5:46
Story behind the song
Music, lyrics, vocals: Eric Schrager Arrangement: Paul Butler, Eric Schrager Guitar: Dave Lambert Violin, cello, bells, percussion: Paul Butler Song page: http://drakethebard.com/bardic/hidden-gold/
Lyrics
So, young lad, you ask if I'll agree to teach you, But I know that you're a colt who won't be led. So cocksure and full of pride, my words will never reach you. For today, please take this leather pouch instead. You hold virtues, waiting for you to embrace them, But until you look at them, they can't shine true. In the pouch, three golden coins I'll name as I place them: And this is all I have to give 'til you can see them too! CHORUS: One, for the courage that's buried inside you. Two, for the truth you conceal in the fold. Three, for the love that you've always denied you. Now go seek: Be bold! Never rest 'til you find your hidden gold. So my hat he hands me, and he sends me packing! I'm not fit to study with the likes of him. Then the old man dares me to discover what I'm lacking. Must I with this talisman indulge his whim? How I long to hurl away this token gleaming, Flee this latest challenge as I've always done. No! The master sees inside me something redeeming, And I will find the courage to pursue until it's won! CHORUS He tells me I'm arrogant: the charge, it stings me. An unflatt'ring mirror is this golden piece. For all that my muse is potent, it no pleasure brings me If it serves no purpose but my own increase. There's a deeper truth behind my puff and poses, Though I entertain folk and they may applaud. Tear away the mask and underneath it exposes That if they truly knew me, they would scorn me as a fraud! CHORUS There's the final coin, so bright I fear to hold it, Oh that kind regard I have pursued from birth. Evermore withheld–or is it as the master told it? Am I truly author of my heart's own worth? If I trust in me, could I hold space for others? No one's love but mine is keeping me apart. If my mission is to serve my sisters and brothers Then surely I must learn the craft of serving from the heart! CHORUS Well, lad, welcome back. I see that you've been seeking. Have you found some answers as I hoped you might? I can tell you have: it's in your face as you are speaking. You've dug deep inside, and brought some truth to light. Thus your path to wisdom starts by touching sorrow, There's a strong foundation in what you have learned. We can start your lessons here the same time tomorrow. No no, lad, keep the talisman. It's well and truly earned! CHORUS
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