843 ?I vaguely remember stumbling off the boat
rubbed the sleep out of my eyes
And saw a field where a strange calm seemed to float
My teacher sensing my surmise
Said indeed this is the highest point of hell
such as it is, on just this little rise
we are left alone until the final bell
To contemplate the ways of things
All other damned pass by us just as well
And when the judgment clarion rings
We’ll see what we see then
We’ll see what the new order brings
We’ll see if it all begins again
So come and meet a few of the gang
Meet the honest women and men
Who live without hope and without pang
of remorse those who watch and wait
In the region between where we hang
And so we stayed very briefly just outside the gate
Of inner darkness and the long climb down
And I spoke to the poets, of destiny and fate
But we had to go and my guide’s face fell into a frown
Lunch break’s over he said, let’s hit the bad part of town
This song is part of a series loosely based on Dante's Inferno. You can read an essay about this series here. You can read a more general explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
No comments:
Post a Comment