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fernweh · 07-05-2004, 07:58 PM

"while the city sleeps", by MC 900ft Jesus

stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night
i see a halo in the rain 'round a street light
i stop and look and listen to the sound
as the raindrops penetrate the silence all around

alone, i gaze into the glistening street
the distant thunder echoing my hearbeat
urging me on to a secret goal
away from the light from this lamp on a pole

so i turn
slip away into the rain
drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
an old box of matches and a gasoline can

darkness envelops the scene like a shroud
a veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
filling up the cracks in this desolate place
cradled by the night in an icy embrace

i move through the town like a ghost in the rain
a dim reflection in a dark windowpane
blackness beckons from every side
creeping all around like an incoming tide

a broken window in an empty house
i slip inside and begin to douse
the whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
and push back the night, taking me higher

on out of the darkness
in a deafening roar
the match in my hand is the key to the door
a simple turn of the wrist will suffice
to open a passage to paradise

i pause
think about the past in the gloom
the smell of gasoline permeates the room
everyone has a little secret he keeps
i light the fires while the city sleeps

07-05-2004, 07:58 PM	#9 (permalink)
fernweh Crazy Location: San Francisco	"while the city sleeps", by MC 900ft Jesus stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night i see a halo in the rain 'round a street light i stop and look and listen to the sound as the raindrops penetrate the silence all around alone, i gaze into the glistening street the distant thunder echoing my hearbeat urging me on to a secret goal away from the light from this lamp on a pole so i turn slip away into the rain drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane clutching the tools of my trade in my hand an old box of matches and a gasoline can darkness envelops the scene like a shroud a veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds filling up the cracks in this desolate place cradled by the night in an icy embrace i move through the town like a ghost in the rain a dim reflection in a dark windowpane blackness beckons from every side creeping all around like an incoming tide a broken window in an empty house i slip inside and begin to douse the whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire and push back the night, taking me higher on out of the darkness in a deafening roar the match in my hand is the key to the door a simple turn of the wrist will suffice to open a passage to paradise i pause think about the past in the gloom the smell of gasoline permeates the room everyone has a little secret he keeps i light the fires while the city sleeps __________________ f-e-r-n-w-e-h is actually a gross misspelling of the name "gregory"