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Three o'clock
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===Verse 1===
The city fog descends upon
 
The neighbourhood
 
Looking from the balcony
 
One cannot see down shrouded streets
 
Past two blocks.
 
  
No stars above in endless black
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Still night, three o'clock<br />
The streetside trees stretch forth their boughs
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The fog creeps into town<br />
To grasp and claw at nothingness
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You can't see past the next two blocks<br />
Nought to see except what lies below
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Your gaze is driven down<br />
The concrete track
 
There alone to see
 
Its every asphalt groove and mound
 
Thrown in stark relief
 
By lamplight that discovers
 
Neither road ahead, nor sky on high
 
But shutters both, and draws the gaze down.
 
  
Amidst the fog, one cannot glimpse
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===Slam Poetry Rap===
The human faces of the neighbours
 
The man at his piano, the girl immersed in books
 
The child with its building bricks
 
Assembling worlds, starfish hands curled in determined fists
 
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism
 
Within the abysm of the mist.
 
  
Between the heat and cold there is the fog
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The neighbours' faces all eclipsed<br />
Human warmth spread increasing thin
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Amidst the mist, you cannot glimpse<br />
A host of embers scattered to the wind
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The girl whose inner world of words<br />
Losing heat without a core
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Unfurls and whirls inside her brainpan<br />
Where was the hearth, cold grey ashes
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The man who stands and hammers out a jam<br />
Lifeless dust about the floor
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His fix consists<br />
Separation, slow dispersion
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Of eliciting licks<br />
Of tiny points of light ever growing dim
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With the flick of his wrist<br />
Approaching the ultimate inertion
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And mixing rhythmic tricks into a musical apocalypse<br />
And weak to stand against the encroaching chill of night:
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The child who sits with building bricks<br />
Entropic end.
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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
  
Only the concrete can one see
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===Pre-Chorus 1===
Ten steps ahead perhaps, no more
 
Heads bowed down to trace the immediate path
 
In the aging walk paved by slow machines
 
To count the cracks, avoid the crevices
 
Never lift their sights to meet the solemn, lidless stare
 
Of an everpresent cloud of witnesses.
 
  
If I came with songs and poems of old to clear the haze
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Between the heat and cold there is the fog<br />
Would you hear the words I spoke to you?
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And human warmth is spread increasing thin<br />
And should you feed thereon with faith and thanksgiving?
 
No, my people, you should turn your face away
 
For what are the words of the poets and prophets?
 
Who can discern them? And who is willing?
 
Bound in chains of darkness, we eke out feeble lives
 
Tired roles we endlessly reprise
 
Drinking, laughing, never seeing face to face
 
Divided, we are swiftly conquered
 
And the voice that crieth in the wilderness
 
Is as utterly alone as all the rest.
 
  
But the Word of the Lord came to me in a roundabout way<br />
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===Chorus===
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.
 
  
The everpresent cloud of smoke, the mist
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Separation, slow dispersion<br />
Which rises fragrant from the coals, thrice-blest
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Of tiny points of light<br />
Eclipsing faces 'midst the glowing light
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Soon achieving cold inertion<br />
Stand aright!
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They can't contend against entropic end<br />
Our souls are spread increasing thin
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A breath, a whisper upon the wind
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===Verse 2===
The Lord possessed me at the beginning of his work
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By me hath he renewed the earth
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You can't see the stars that shine in the sky<br />
Remember, O Man, that dust thou art
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The fog is way too dense<br />
A dying ember upon the hearth
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Can't see another person, wave hello<br />
Separation, slow dispersion
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To try would make no sense
A flickering light grows ever dim
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Approaching the ultimate inertion
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With heads bowed down to trace our steps<br />
And weak to stand as night encroaches on the world's o'erflowing brim:
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Count cracks and crevices<br />
O Elohim, the end, the end
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We never lift our eyes to meet the gaze<br />
Wisdom! Let us attend.
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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 />
 +
Of tiny points of light<br />
 +
Soon achieving cold inertion<br />
 +
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.