Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To the Sky, artist - VitneAlbum song The Edgar Allan Poe EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2012
Record label: Horris
Song language: English
To the Sky |
Poe wrote this poem about the church bells of Fordham University, |
which rang right next to when he lived in the Bronx in 1845. |
One hundred and 24 years later, hip-hop was born three miles away from this |
very same spot. |
This poem has beautiful cadences and rhythms, just listen. |
Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! |
What a world of merriment their melody foretells! |
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, in the icy air of night! |
With the stars that oversprinkle With a crystalline delight; |
Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, |
To the tintinnabulation resonating very fine |
From the jingling and tinkling of the mellow wedding bells |
Golden bells! |
What a world of happiness we know they must fortell! |
Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! |
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From the molten — golden notes, And all in tune, hella tight |
While a liquid ditty floats, on the moon from sounding cells, |
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! |
How it swells! |
How it dwells On the Future! |
— how it tells |
To the swinging and the ringing Of the rapture that impels |
Of the bells, bells, bells — Check the bells, bells, bells, |
Go to sleep to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells |
Rock the Bells |
Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! |
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! |
In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! |
Too horrified to speak, only shriek, and ignite |
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, |
A mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, |
Leaping higher, higher, higher, with a deep desperate desire, |
And a resolute endeavor that accentuates the pyre |
Now — now to sit, or never, by the side of the moon. |
Oh, the bells, bells, bells! |
Know that terror’s coming soon |
How they clang, and they roar! |
What a horror they outpour |
On the bosom of the air, with eternity in store |
How the danger ebbs and flows with the twanging, And the clanging, |
Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, |
How the danger sinks and swells, in the anger of the bells — |
Of the bells — Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells |
Go to sleep to the clamor and the clanging of the bells! |
Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! |
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! |
In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright |
At the melancholy menace of their tone! |
It excites |
All alone hear it float like the rust within our throats, it’s a groan |
And the people — ah, the people — in the steeple, All alone, |
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, |
Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — |
They are neither man nor woman — neither brute nor human |
They are ghouls and their king well he rolls and he rules |
A paean from the bells as his merry bosom swells |
With the paean of the bells! |
As he dances, and he yells; |
(peein') |
Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, |
To the paean of the bells: — To the throbbing of the bells — |
Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, |
Go to sleep to the moaning and the groaning of the bells. |