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Artist: MC Lars
Album:  Edgar Allan Poe EP
Song:   (Rock) The Bells
Typed by: @mc_lars (Horris Records)

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! 
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

[Chorus]
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!

[Repeat Chorus]

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