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Heat Death

2014-10-04T07:08:14Z

173.206.28.6:

===Verse 1===

Still night, three o'clock 
The fog creeps into town 
One can't see past the next two blocks 
The gaze is driven down

The neighbours' human visages all eclipsed 
Amidst the mist, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books 
Hurling into a literary world unfurling and purling before her, percolating inside her brainpan, 
The man standing as he hammers out a jam at his piano, 
His fix consisting of eliciting licks with the flick of his wrist and mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse 
The child with building bricks 
He unpicks and affixes until his vision sticks, his starfish mitts twist in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

===Chorus===

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks and crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

The Word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-10-01T15:52:43Z

173.206.28.6:

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human visages all eclipsed 
Amidst the mist, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books 
Hurling into a literary world unfurling and purling before her and percolating inside her brainpan, 
The man standing as he jams at his piano, 
Whose fix consists of eliciting licks with the flick of his wrist and mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse 
The child with building bricks 
He unpicks and affixes until his vision sticks, his starfish mitts twist in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

===Chorus===

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

The Word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-09-30T17:05:40Z

173.206.28.6:

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human visages all eclipsed 
Amidst the mist, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books 
Hurling into a literary world unfurling and purling before her and percolating inside her brainpan, 
The man standing as he jams at his piano, 
Whose fix consists of eliciting licks with the flick of his wrist and mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse 
The child with building bricks 
He unpicks and affixes until the vision sticks, with starfish hands curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

===Chorus===

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

The Word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-09-29T05:07:30Z

173.206.28.6: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
At his piano, the child with building bricks 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands 
Are curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

===Chorus===

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

The Word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-09-27T16:07:35Z

173.206.28.6: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
At his piano, the child with building bricks 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands 
Are curled in stout, determined fists: 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism 
Within the abysm of the mist.

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

===Chorus===

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

The Word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2014-09-27T15:59:52Z

173.206.28.6:

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past a block 
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down

The neighbours' faces all eclipsed 
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse 
The girl immersed in books, the man 
Asleep, the child with starfish hands 
Curled in stout, determined fists 
Assembling worlds with building bricks: 
Isolated and in schism 
In the abysm of the mist 

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 

===Chorus===

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light 
Soon achieving cold inertion 
They can't contend against entropic end 

===Verse 2===

With heads bowed down to trace our steps 
Count cracks, avoid the crevices 
We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze 
Of the cloud of silent witnesses 

Eking out our feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Never seeing face to face 
In one fell stroke we are erased 

===Bridge===

The Word came to me in a roundabout way 
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse 
And as I stand before you now 
I see your faces unconfused 

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
Sparks are flying upward on the wind 

===Verse 3===

The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist 
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest 
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light 
Stand aright! 

The Lord possessed me at the first 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember on the hearth 

===Chorus 2===

Between the cold and heat there is the fog 
We lose our heat without the flame within 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Into the chill of night 
Unfit to bear the crushing burden 
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.