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Poe--The Bells (w/TAtwood) by Mystified [Email]

Genre: Spoken Word-Poetry

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Keywords:

bells (42), Halloween (32), poetry (105), Poe (6), ringing (5), joy (33), insanity (21)

Description:

Mystified: When the invitation was given to create a submission using poetry by Edgar Allen Poe, I immediately knew I had to give "The Bells" a setting.
This was a poem read often by my father when I was a mere kidlet (along with the poem "Annabel Lee") and I'm certain that many of the vocal inflections you'll hear in this are exactly what I heard when the poem was being read to me....

A huge 'thank you!' to Tom Atwood. I didn't realize what an undertaking it would be to make this composition happen, but when he took Part IV of this poem and composed a setting to my reading, it was pure magic--and insanity. I can't imagine a more perfect setting to that segment, and the additions to Part III are brilliant as well. (Thank you! :)

Tom Atwood: (quoted) "My head is still ringing."

Mystified: Vocals, Instrumentals-- Parts I, II, (bells on III)
Tom Atwood: Instrumentals--Parts III and IV, (and humor throughout the process)

Lyrics:

Edgar Allen Poe: The Bells
Date: c1845

I

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!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

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 much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!

IV

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!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up 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 -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Hardware:

Macintoshes, Mics, Mice, Melodies, Monotones and Miscellaneous Mishmash.
(If you really wanna know what equipment I used, email me!)

Software:

GarageBand 2
Jam Pack 4: Symphony
Soundfont Synth

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Not even gonna try... &mdash 10/28/05 - 07:52:05 AM

cjhoose

to say anything intelligent here.

Awesome.

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WOW &mdash 10/28/05 - 08:19:17 AM

Cori Ander

I'm on cjhoose's line! (10101010)

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WOW &mdash 10/28/05 - 11:17:01 AM