Paroles The Bells (Live) par Phil Ochs

Now I don't remember the words to these songs, I don't think, at least one verse, but um. On Poetry and Song, one of the, one of the first songs I wrote was, was off of, setting a poem to music was Edgar Allan Poe. 

Certain poems are really songs in disguise. Poe wrote a poem called "The Bells" based a lot on the sound of words. And I'll do what I can remember of what I wrote six years ago, to the idea of melody. 

Hear the slеdges with the bells
Silvеr bell
What a tale of merriment
Their melody foretell
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
In the icy air of night
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, time
With a sort of Runic rhyme
From the tintinnabulation
That so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells

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
Through the dances and the yells
And the rapture that impels
How it swells
How it dwells
On the future
How it tells
From the swinging and the ringing of the molten golden bells
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
Hear the mellow golden bells
Golden bells
What a world of merriment
Their melody foretells
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
In the icy air of night
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, time
With a sort of Runic rhyme
From the tintinnabulation
That so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells

That's a, that's a poem. That's a, that's a poem that you might have suffered through in high school poetry class or something. But there's life, I mean there's life to it. I want to do another one, I hope I remember this one. This is uh–