MC Lars - (Rock) the Bells lyrics
[MC Lars - Rock the Bells lyrics]
Poe wrote this poem about the church
Bells of Fordham University in
The Bronx in 1845 one hundred
And twenty-four years later
Hip-Hop was born three miles away
From that very spot
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 over sprinkle
With a crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation resonating very fine
From the jingling and twinkling of
The mellow wedding bells golden bells!
What a world of happiness we
Know they must foretell!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes, 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 alarm 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
And how 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 out-pour
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 - Go to sleep to the
Clamor and the clanging of the bells!
Rock 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
Hear it float like the
Rust within our throats, it's a groan
And the people - all 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 of stone, because
They are neither man nor woman
- neither brute nor human
The grim reaper is king while
He rolls and he rules
A paean from the bells as
His merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells! As
He dances with the fools
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
Bells of Fordham University in
The Bronx in 1845 one hundred
And twenty-four years later
Hip-Hop was born three miles away
From that very spot
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 over sprinkle
With a crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation resonating very fine
From the jingling and twinkling of
The mellow wedding bells golden bells!
What a world of happiness we
Know they must foretell!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes, 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 alarm 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
And how 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 out-pour
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 - Go to sleep to the
Clamor and the clanging of the bells!
Rock 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
Hear it float like the
Rust within our throats, it's a groan
And the people - all 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 of stone, because
They are neither man nor woman
- neither brute nor human
The grim reaper is king while
He rolls and he rules
A paean from the bells as
His merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells! As
He dances with the fools
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