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===Verse 1===
 
===Verse 1===
  
The phone declares it is three o'clock<br />
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Still night, three o'clock<br />
The city fog descends upon the town<br />
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The fog creeps into town<br />
The farthest one can see is two blocks<br />
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You can't see past the next two blocks<br />
The stars are hid: the gaze is driven down
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Your gaze is driven down<br />
  
The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed<br />
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===Slam Poetry Rap===
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse<br />
 
The girl immersed in books, the man<br />
 
At his piano, the child with building bricks<br />
 
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands<br />
 
Are curled in stout, determined fists<br />
 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism<br />
 
Within the abysm of the mist.
 
  
===Chorus 1===
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The neighbours' faces all eclipsed<br />
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Amidst the mist, you cannot glimpse<br />
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The girl whose inner world of words<br />
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Unfurls and whirls inside her brainpan<br />
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The man who stands and hammers out a jam<br />
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His fix consists<br />
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Of eliciting licks<br />
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With the flick of his wrist<br />
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And mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse<br />
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The child who sits with building bricks<br />
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He unpicks and affixes till<br />
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His vision sticks<br />
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His starfish mitts<br />
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They clench and twist<br />
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In stout, determined, baby fists:<br />
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One and all, just how it is<br />
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In schism<br />
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In the abysm<br />
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Of the mist
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===Pre-Chorus 1===
  
 
Between the heat and cold there is the fog<br />
 
Between the heat and cold there is the fog<br />
Half-hearted wrath, agnostic Chernobog<br />
 
 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin<br />
 
And human warmth is spread increasing thin<br />
A host of embers scattered to the wind<br />
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They lose their heat without a constant core<br />
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===Chorus===
Cold grey ash in heaps about the floor<br />
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Separation, slow dispersion<br />
 
Separation, slow dispersion<br />
Of tiny points of light, growing ever dim<br />
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Of tiny points of light<br />
Approaching the ultimate inertion<br />
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Soon achieving cold inertion<br />
And weak against the encroaching chill of night to contend:<br />
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They can't contend against entropic end<br />
Entropic end.
 
  
 
===Verse 2===
 
===Verse 2===
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You can't see the stars that shine in the sky<br />
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The fog is way too dense<br />
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Can't see another person, wave hello<br />
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To try would make no sense
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With heads bowed down to trace our steps<br />
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Count cracks and crevices<br />
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We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze<br />
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Of the cloud of witnesses<br />
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Eking out our feeble lives<br />
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And never seeing face to face<br />
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Tired roles we endlessly reprise<br />
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One stroke and we're erased<br />
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===Bridge===
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The Word came to me in a roundabout way<br />
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So I'm calling on that ancient Muse<br />
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And as I stand before you now<br />
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I see your faces unconfused<br />
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Between the cold and heat there is the fog<br />
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Sparks are flying upward on the wind<br />
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===Slam Poetry versicle===
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The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist<br />
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Rising from the coals, thrice-blest<br />
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Eclipses faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light:<br />
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Stand aright!<br />
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===Verse 3===
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The Lord possessed me at the first<br />
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By the Self-same has renewed the earth<br />
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Remember, Man, that dust thou art<br />
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A dying ember on the hearth<br />
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===Chorus===
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Separation, slow dispersion<br />
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Of tiny points of light<br />
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Soon achieving cold inertion<br />
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They can't contend against entropic end<br />
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===Chorus 2===
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Separation, slow dispersion<br />
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Into the chill of night<br />
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Unfit alone to bear the burden<br />
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We face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.<br />

Latest revision as of 00:29, 15 October 2021

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.