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  • Turning and turning within the widening gyre

    The falcon cannot hear the falconer

    Things fall apart, the center cannot hold

    And a blood dimmed tide is loosed upon the world

    Nothing is sacred, the ceremony sinks

    Innocence is drowned in anarchy

    The best lack conviction

    Given some time to think

    And the worst are full
    Of passion without mercy

    Surely some revelation is at hand

    Surely it's the second coming
    And the wrath has finally taken form

    For what is this rough beast

    It's hour come at last

    Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

    Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

    Oh oh yeah
    To be born, oh oh oh yeah
    Hoping and hoping as if by my weak faith

    The spirit of this world would heal and rise

    Vast are the shadows that straddle and strafe

    And struggle in the darkness troubling my eyes

    Shaped like a lion, it has the head of a man

    With a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun

    And it's moving its slow

    Thighs across the desert sands

    Through dark indignant, reeling falcons

    Surely some revelation is at hand

    Surely it's the second coming
    And the wrath has finally taken form

    For what is this rough beast

    It's hour come at last

    Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

    Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

    Oh oh yeah

    To be born, hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion

    Raging and raging, it rises from the deep

    Opening its eyes after twenty centuries

    Vexed to a nightmare, out of a stony sleep

    By a rocking cradle, by the sea of Galilee

    Surely some revelation is at hand

    Surely it's the second coming
    And the wrath has finally taken form

    For what is this rough beast
    It's hour come at last

    Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

    Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

    Oh oh yeah

    To be born, hey Bethlehem

    Shape of a lion, oh oh
    Just the shape of a lion, oh oh

    Hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion
  • [00:26.61]Turning and turning within the widening gyre
    [00:34.17]
    [00:36.16]The falcon cannot hear the falconer
    [00:40.29]
    [00:43.17]Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
    [00:50.73]
    [00:51.92]And a blood dimmed tide is loosed upon the world
    [00:57.17]
    [00:59.42]Nothing is sacred, the ceremony sinks
    [01:09.48]
    [01:12.49]Innocence is drowned in anarchy
    [01:16.92]
    [01:18.80]The best lack conviction
    [01:20.55]
    [01:24.99]Given some time to think
    [01:26.92]
    [01:28.55]And the worst are full
    [01:30.17]Of passion without mercy
    [01:32.05]
    [01:38.61]Surely some revelation is at hand
    [01:41.42]
    [01:44.11]Surely it's the second coming
    [01:46.05]And the wrath has finally taken form
    [01:48.49]
    [01:49.67]For what is this rough beast
    [01:51.43]
    [01:52.43]It's hour come at last
    [01:54.17]
    [01:57.99]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
    [02:01.36]
    [02:03.55]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
    [02:07.11]
    [02:11.43]Oh oh yeah
    [02:17.01]To be born, oh oh oh yeah
    [02:31.80]Hoping and hoping as if by my weak faith
    [02:38.61]
    [02:40.92]The spirit of this world would heal and rise
    [02:45.49]
    [02:48.05]Vast are the shadows that straddle and strafe
    [02:55.62]
    [02:56.36]And struggle in the darkness troubling my eyes
    [03:02.24]
    [03:07.49]Shaped like a lion, it has the head of a man
    [03:14.93]
    [03:16.93]With a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun
    [03:21.55]
    [03:24.05]And it's moving its slow
    [03:26.18]
    [03:27.56]Thighs across the desert sands
    [03:31.24]
    [03:33.68]Through dark indignant, reeling falcons
    [03:39.06]
    [03:43.62]Surely some revelation is at hand
    [03:47.31]
    [03:49.18]Surely it's the second coming
    [03:51.12]And the wrath has finally taken form
    [03:53.24]
    [03:54.49]For what is this rough beast
    [03:56.43]
    [03:57.43]It's hour come at last
    [03:59.25]
    [04:02.99]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
    [04:06.50]
    [04:08.56]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
    [04:11.87]
    [04:16.30]Oh oh yeah
    [04:20.00]
    [04:21.87]To be born, hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion
    [04:31.82]
    [04:36.43]Raging and raging, it rises from the deep
    [04:43.44]
    [04:44.94]Opening its eyes after twenty centuries
    [04:50.31]
    [04:53.19]Vexed to a nightmare, out of a stony sleep
    [05:00.19]
    [05:02.50]By a rocking cradle, by the sea of Galilee
    [05:06.63]
    [05:12.50]Surely some revelation is at hand
    [05:16.44]
    [05:18.19]Surely it's the second coming
    [05:20.25]And the wrath has finally taken form
    [05:22.44]
    [05:23.56]For what is this rough beast
    [05:25.69]It's hour come at last
    [05:28.19]
    [05:30.44]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
    [05:35.07]
    [05:37.44]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
    [05:40.19]
    [05:45.44]Oh oh yeah
    [05:49.32]
    [05:50.75]To be born, hey Bethlehem
    [05:59.12]
    [05:59.86]Shape of a lion, oh oh
    [06:11.20]Just the shape of a lion, oh oh
    [06:17.20]
    [06:17.95]Hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion