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===Slam Poetry Rap=== | ===Slam Poetry Rap=== | ||
| − | The neighbours' | + | The neighbours' faces all eclipsed<br /> |
| − | Amidst the mist, | + | Amidst the mist, you cannot glimpse<br /> |
| − | The girl | + | The girl whose inner world of words<br /> |
| − | + | Unfurls and whirls inside her brainpan<br /> | |
| − | The man | + | The man who stands and hammers out a jam<br /> |
| − | His fix consists | + | His fix consists<br /> |
| − | The child with building bricks<br /> | + | Of eliciting licks<br /> |
| − | He unpicks and affixes | + | With the flick of his wrist<br /> |
| − | + | And mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse<br /> | |
| − | + | The child who sits with building bricks<br /> | |
| + | He unpicks and affixes till<br /> | ||
| + | His vision sticks<br /> | ||
| + | His starfish mitts<br /> | ||
| + | They clench and twist<br /> | ||
| + | In stout, determined, baby fists:<br /> | ||
| + | One and all, just how it is<br /> | ||
| + | In schism<br /> | ||
| + | In the abysm<br /> | ||
| + | Of the mist | ||
===Pre-Chorus 1=== | ===Pre-Chorus 1=== | ||
Latest revision as of 00:29, 15 October 2021
Contents
Verse 1[edit]
Still night, three o'clock
The fog creeps into town
You can't see past the next two blocks
Your gaze is driven down
Slam Poetry Rap[edit]
The neighbours' faces all eclipsed
Amidst the mist, you cannot glimpse
The girl whose inner world of words
Unfurls and whirls inside her brainpan
The man who stands and hammers out a jam
His fix consists
Of eliciting licks
With the flick of his wrist
And mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse
The child who sits with building bricks
He unpicks and affixes till
His vision sticks
His starfish mitts
They clench and twist
In stout, determined, baby fists:
One and all, just how it is
In schism
In the abysm
Of the mist
Pre-Chorus 1[edit]
Between the heat and cold there is the fog
And human warmth is spread increasing thin
Chorus[edit]
Separation, slow dispersion
Of tiny points of light
Soon achieving cold inertion
They can't contend against entropic end
Verse 2[edit]
You can't see the stars that shine in the sky
The fog is way too dense
Can't see another person, wave hello
To try would make no sense
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
And never seeing face to face
Tired roles we endlessly reprise
One stroke and we're erased
Bridge[edit]
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
Slam Poetry versicle[edit]
The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist
Rising from the coals, thrice-blest
Eclipses faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light:
Stand aright!
Verse 3[edit]
The Lord possessed me at the first
By the Self-same has renewed the earth
Remember, Man, that dust thou art
A dying ember on the hearth
Chorus[edit]
Separation, slow dispersion
Of tiny points of light
Soon achieving cold inertion
They can't contend against entropic end
Chorus 2[edit]
Separation, slow dispersion
Into the chill of night
Unfit alone to bear the burden
We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.
