Sapokanikan
๐ต 1942 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:11 duration
๐ ID: 150792
๐ Lyrics
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lorn and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand
Which plays along the monument
And drums upon a plastic bag
The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
Sang: Do you love me?
Will you remember?
The snow falls above me
The renderer renders:
The event is in the hand of God
Beneath a patch of grass, her
Bones the old Dutch master hid
While elsewhere Tobias
And the angel disguise
What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid
Interred with other daughters
In dirt in other potters' fields
Above them, parades
Mark the passing of days
Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
And the records they left are cryptic at best
Lost in obsolescence
The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
With any fluorescence
Where the hand of the master begins and ends
I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
I call and call for the doctor
But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
And the event lives only in print
He said:
"It's alright"
And "It's all over now"
And boarded the plane
His belt unfastened
The boy was known to show unusual daring
And, called a "boy"
This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall
So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
To which a hunter
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
And see with wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
Swearing that our hair stood on end
To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
For the Western front where our work might count
O mercy! O God!
Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
And what lies under the city is gone
Look and despair
Look and despair
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lorn and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand
Which plays along the monument
And drums upon a plastic bag
The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
Sang: Do you love me?
Will you remember?
The snow falls above me
The renderer renders:
The event is in the hand of God
Beneath a patch of grass, her
Bones the old Dutch master hid
While elsewhere Tobias
And the angel disguise
What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid
Interred with other daughters
In dirt in other potters' fields
Above them, parades
Mark the passing of days
Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
And the records they left are cryptic at best
Lost in obsolescence
The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
With any fluorescence
Where the hand of the master begins and ends
I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
I call and call for the doctor
But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
And the event lives only in print
He said:
"It's alright"
And "It's all over now"
And boarded the plane
His belt unfastened
The boy was known to show unusual daring
And, called a "boy"
This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall
So we all raise a standard
To which the wise and honest soul may repair
To which a hunter
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
And see with wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
Swearing that our hair stood on end
To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
For the Western front where our work might count
O mercy! O God!
Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
And what lies under the city is gone
Look and despair
Look and despair
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.05] The cause is Ozymandian
[00:05.78] The map of Sapokanikan
[00:11.13] Is sanded and bevelled
[00:13.99] The land lorn and levelled
[00:16.35] By some unrecorded and powerful hand
[00:22.76] Which plays along the monument
[00:28.51] And drums upon a plastic bag
[00:33.78] The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
[00:38.88] And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
[00:45.09] Sang: Do you love me?
[00:50.91] Will you remember?
[00:56.00] The snow falls above me
[01:01.42] The renderer renders:
[01:06.30] The event is in the hand of God
[01:12.06] Beneath a patch of grass, her
[01:17.12] Bones the old Dutch master hid
[01:22.33] While elsewhere Tobias
[01:24.35] And the angel disguise
[01:27.30] What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid
[01:33.91] Interred with other daughters
[01:39.24] In dirt in other potters' fields
[01:44.30] Above them, parades
[01:46.74] Mark the passing of days
[01:49.32] Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
[01:56.17] Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
[02:01.61] And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
[02:07.03] And the records they left are cryptic at best
[02:10.02] Lost in obsolescence
[02:12.93] The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
[02:15.01] With any fluorescence
[02:17.44] Where the hand of the master begins and ends
[02:23.38] I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
[02:28.30] Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
[02:33.99] I call and call for the doctor
[02:39.29] But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
[02:44.55] And the event lives only in print
[02:49.54] He said:
[02:51.89] "It's alright"
[02:53.84] And "It's all over now"
[02:55.41] And boarded the plane
[02:58.29] His belt unfastened
[03:00.45] The boy was known to show unusual daring
[03:04.52] And, called a "boy"
[03:06.62] This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
[03:11.04] In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall
[03:17.18] So we all raise a standard
[03:19.94] To which the wise and honest soul may repair
[03:24.28] To which a hunter
[03:26.74] A hundred years from now, may look and despair
[03:31.04] And see with wonder
[03:33.29] The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
[03:37.29] Swearing that our hair stood on end
[03:40.25] To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
[03:44.24] For the Western front where our work might count
[03:51.61] O mercy! O God!
[03:56.73] Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
[04:04.96] And what lies under the city is gone
[04:21.28]
[04:23.55] Look and despair
[04:30.15] Look and despair
[04:33.93]
[00:05.78] The map of Sapokanikan
[00:11.13] Is sanded and bevelled
[00:13.99] The land lorn and levelled
[00:16.35] By some unrecorded and powerful hand
[00:22.76] Which plays along the monument
[00:28.51] And drums upon a plastic bag
[00:33.78] The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God-
[00:38.88] And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag
[00:45.09] Sang: Do you love me?
[00:50.91] Will you remember?
[00:56.00] The snow falls above me
[01:01.42] The renderer renders:
[01:06.30] The event is in the hand of God
[01:12.06] Beneath a patch of grass, her
[01:17.12] Bones the old Dutch master hid
[01:22.33] While elsewhere Tobias
[01:24.35] And the angel disguise
[01:27.30] What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid
[01:33.91] Interred with other daughters
[01:39.24] In dirt in other potters' fields
[01:44.30] Above them, parades
[01:46.74] Mark the passing of days
[01:49.32] Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel
[01:56.17] Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
[02:01.61] And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls
[02:07.03] And the records they left are cryptic at best
[02:10.02] Lost in obsolescence
[02:12.93] The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
[02:15.01] With any fluorescence
[02:17.44] Where the hand of the master begins and ends
[02:23.38] I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
[02:28.30] Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me
[02:33.99] I call and call for the doctor
[02:39.29] But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker
[02:44.55] And the event lives only in print
[02:49.54] He said:
[02:51.89] "It's alright"
[02:53.84] And "It's all over now"
[02:55.41] And boarded the plane
[02:58.29] His belt unfastened
[03:00.45] The boy was known to show unusual daring
[03:04.52] And, called a "boy"
[03:06.62] This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
[03:11.04] In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall
[03:17.18] So we all raise a standard
[03:19.94] To which the wise and honest soul may repair
[03:24.28] To which a hunter
[03:26.74] A hundred years from now, may look and despair
[03:31.04] And see with wonder
[03:33.29] The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
[03:37.29] Swearing that our hair stood on end
[03:40.25] To see John Purroy Mitchel depart
[03:44.24] For the Western front where our work might count
[03:51.61] O mercy! O God!
[03:56.73] Go out, await the hunter to decipher the stone
[04:04.96] And what lies under the city is gone
[04:21.28]
[04:23.55] Look and despair
[04:30.15] Look and despair
[04:33.93]