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Heat Death

2013-09-18T07:09:28Z

207.112.44.18: /* Chorus 2 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The city fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze is 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.

===Chorus 1===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Half-hearted wrath, agnostic Chernobog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 
A host of embers scattered to the wind 
They lose their heat without a constant core 
Cold grey ash in heaps about the floor 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light, growing ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate, final inertion 
And weak against the encroaching chill of night to contend: 
Entropic end.

===Verse 2===

Of only the concrete is one aware 
Ten steps ahead perhaps, or less 
Heads bowed down to trace the immediate path, the thoroughfare 
To count the cracks, avoid the crevices 
Never lift their sights to meet the solemn, lidless stare 
Of an everpresent cloud of witnesses.

Would you heed the songs and poems of long ago 
If I should speak the words to you, to clear the haze? 
And would you feed thereon with thanksgiving and faith? 
No, my people, you would turn your face away

Bound in chains of darkness, we eke out feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Drinking, laughing, never seeing face to face 
Divided, in one fell stroke we are erased 
And the voice that crieth in the wilderness 
Is as utterly alone as all the rest.

===Bridge===

But the Word of the Lord came to me in a roundabout way 
And as I stand upon the stage 
To call upon that ancient Muse 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Chorus 2===

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

Our souls are spread increasing thin 
A breath, a whisper upon the wind 
The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his work 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, O Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember upon the hearth 

Separation, slow dispersion 
A flickering light grows ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate, final inertion 
And weak to stand as night encroaches on the world's o'erflowing brim: 
O Elohim, the end, the end 
Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2013-09-18T07:09:19Z

207.112.44.18: /* Chorus 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The city fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze is 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.

===Chorus 1===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Half-hearted wrath, agnostic Chernobog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 
A host of embers scattered to the wind 
They lose their heat without a constant core 
Cold grey ash in heaps about the floor 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light, growing ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate, final inertion 
And weak against the encroaching chill of night to contend: 
Entropic end.

===Verse 2===

Of only the concrete is one aware 
Ten steps ahead perhaps, or less 
Heads bowed down to trace the immediate path, the thoroughfare 
To count the cracks, avoid the crevices 
Never lift their sights to meet the solemn, lidless stare 
Of an everpresent cloud of witnesses.

Would you heed the songs and poems of long ago 
If I should speak the words to you, to clear the haze? 
And would you feed thereon with thanksgiving and faith? 
No, my people, you would turn your face away

Bound in chains of darkness, we eke out feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Drinking, laughing, never seeing face to face 
Divided, in one fell stroke we are erased 
And the voice that crieth in the wilderness 
Is as utterly alone as all the rest.

===Bridge===

But the Word of the Lord came to me in a roundabout way 
And as I stand upon the stage 
To call upon that ancient Muse 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Chorus 2===

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

Our souls are spread increasing thin 
A breath, a whisper upon the wind 
The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his work 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, O Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember upon the hearth 

Separation, slow dispersion 
A flickering light grows ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate inertion 
And weak to stand as night encroaches on the world's o'erflowing brim: 
O Elohim, the end, the end 
Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2013-09-18T06:26:51Z

207.112.44.18: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The city fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze is 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.

===Chorus 1===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Half-hearted wrath, agnostic Chernobog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 
A host of embers scattered to the wind 
They lose their heat without a constant core 
Cold grey ash in heaps about the floor 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light, growing ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate inertion 
And weak against the encroaching chill of night to contend: 
Entropic end.

===Verse 2===

Of only the concrete is one aware 
Ten steps ahead perhaps, or less 
Heads bowed down to trace the immediate path, the thoroughfare 
To count the cracks, avoid the crevices 
Never lift their sights to meet the solemn, lidless stare 
Of an everpresent cloud of witnesses.

Would you heed the songs and poems of long ago 
If I should speak the words to you, to clear the haze? 
And would you feed thereon with thanksgiving and faith? 
No, my people, you would turn your face away

Bound in chains of darkness, we eke out feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Drinking, laughing, never seeing face to face 
Divided, in one fell stroke we are erased 
And the voice that crieth in the wilderness 
Is as utterly alone as all the rest.

===Bridge===

But the Word of the Lord came to me in a roundabout way 
And as I stand upon the stage 
To call upon that ancient Muse 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Chorus 2===

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

Our souls are spread increasing thin 
A breath, a whisper upon the wind 
The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his work 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, O Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember upon the hearth 

Separation, slow dispersion 
A flickering light grows ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate inertion 
And weak to stand as night encroaches on the world's o'erflowing brim: 
O Elohim, the end, the end 
Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2013-09-18T04:14:22Z

207.112.44.18: /* Verse 1 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone glows three o'clock 
The city fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze is 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.

===Chorus 1===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Half-hearted wrath, agnostic Chernobog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 
A host of embers scattered to the wind 
They lose their heat without a constant core 
Cold grey ash in heaps about the floor 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light, growing ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate inertion 
And weak against the encroaching chill of night to contend: 
Entropic end.

===Verse 2===

Of only the concrete is one aware 
Ten steps ahead perhaps, or less 
Heads bowed down to trace the immediate path, the thoroughfare 
To count the cracks, avoid the crevices 
Never lift their sights to meet the solemn, lidless stare 
Of an everpresent cloud of witnesses.

Would you heed the songs and poems of long ago 
If I should speak the words to you, to clear the haze? 
And would you feed thereon with thanksgiving and faith? 
No, my people, you would turn your face away

Bound in chains of darkness, we eke out feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Drinking, laughing, never seeing face to face 
Divided, in one fell stroke we are erased 
And the voice that crieth in the wilderness 
Is as utterly alone as all the rest.

===Bridge===

But the Word of the Lord came to me in a roundabout way 
And as I stand upon the stage 
To call upon that ancient Muse 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Chorus 2===

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

Our souls are spread increasing thin 
A breath, a whisper upon the wind 
The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his work 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, O Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember upon the hearth 

Separation, slow dispersion 
A flickering light grows ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate inertion 
And weak to stand as night encroaches on the world's o'erflowing brim: 
O Elohim, the end, the end 
Wisdom! Let us attend.

Heat Death

2013-09-17T18:30:08Z

207.112.44.18: /* Chorus 2 */

===Verse 1===

Still night: the phone declares it's three o'clock 
The city fog descends upon the town 
The farthest one can see not past two blocks 
The stars are hid, the gaze is 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.

===Chorus 1===

Between the heat and cold there is the fog 
Half-hearted wrath, agnostic Chernobog 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin 
A host of embers scattered to the wind 
They lose their heat without a constant core 
Cold grey ash in heaps about the floor 

Separation, slow dispersion 
Of tiny points of light, growing ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate inertion 
And weak against the encroaching chill of night to contend: 
Entropic end.

===Verse 2===

Of only the concrete is one aware 
Ten steps ahead perhaps, or less 
Heads bowed down to trace the immediate path, the thoroughfare 
To count the cracks, avoid the crevices 
Never lift their sights to meet the solemn, lidless stare 
Of an everpresent cloud of witnesses.

Would you heed the songs and poems of long ago 
If I should speak the words to you, to clear the haze? 
And would you feed thereon with thanksgiving and faith? 
No, my people, you would turn your face away

Bound in chains of darkness, we eke out feeble lives 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise 
Drinking, laughing, never seeing face to face 
Divided, in one fell stroke we are erased 
And the voice that crieth in the wilderness 
Is as utterly alone as all the rest.

===Bridge===

But the Word of the Lord came to me in a roundabout way 
And as I stand upon the stage 
To call upon that ancient Muse 
I see your faces unconfused 

Behold the book which bound am I to impart 
The scroll inscribed upon a consecrated heart 
Comfort ye my people, saith your God 
For between the cold and heat there is the fog.

===Chorus 2===

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

Our souls are spread increasing thin 
A breath, a whisper upon the wind 
The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his work 
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth 
Remember, O Man, that dust thou art 
A dying ember upon the hearth 

Separation, slow dispersion 
A flickering light grows ever dim 
Approaching the ultimate inertion 
And weak to stand as night encroaches on the world's o'erflowing brim: 
O Elohim, the end, the end 
Wisdom! Let us attend.