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Last Rites

from Last Rites - Single by Black Smith

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The fifth single for Black Smith's upcoming mixtape OUT OF SEASON is also the spiritual sequel to "Rite of Passage," a well-received track off his previous SHADOW OF DEATH EP.

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[Intro - Bastille]
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth...

[Verse 1 - Black Smith]
December 23rd, a holy night begins
9 PM as Forrest leaves and a call from Marcus ends
An hour left till close, my restaurant is dead
Then a slight burst of bizz makes me hate the world again...
But my attitude adjusts once reality visits
In the form of a man with no place to title his
A knapsack full of nothing, camouflage, a crooked lens
And a nose with a gash on the bottom of his bridge
He shudders from the cold, stamps his boots on the way in
Shaking slush and muddy snow on the threshold of the den
He asks for me a water, I give a nod affirmative
After filling his canteen, retreats to a booth at the right end...
I pause for a moment as I stock my ice bin
Shamed to say my only thought was on how late we stay open
Continued 'bout my routine, helpin' Eric close kitchen
Countin' dollars and some change, ventin' 'bout the morning shift
Thirty minutes left to 10, a father of three kids
Asks me at the counter if it's too late to take his bid
I contain the loudest sigh, an artificial "nope"
Then he said he'd had experience with the bottom of the rope
Ordered a #2, the largest plate in scope
And told me "keep the change" 'fore I even opened up a roll
The last request he made, before he hit the road
Was that I take the entire meal to that man still in the corn(er)
Tears weld up in his eyes, to me they plainly spoke
That random act of kindness was the simple gift of hope...

[Hook - Bastille]
The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine,
O night, that leads to morn...

[Verse 2 - Black Smith]
December 24th, this Eve's about to end
Sittin' right beside 'Leah on the porch of her parents
Then up the driveway a car rolls, the same as mine
Only difference is their color's a much cleaner silver shine
We peer through the front gate as the headlights flicker dim
And then give a warm and happy wave once we see whose ride it is...
Jamy walks up, carrying Marley close to rib
And I marvel at how fast my goddaughter's been growin'
We laugh like little kids, proceed back to the door
When a call on my phone makes me wheel back to the corner
Trev parks his car, then steps out with a smile
The thrill of when you haven't seen your family in a while...

[Hook - Bastille]
The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine,
O night, that leads to morn...

[Verse 3 - Black Smith]
December 25th, we celebrate his birth
But my mind is elsewhere and it cancels out the mirth
Give Terrick a big hug and a farewell to his folks
A handshake for the Doc, and tell his mother not to worry...
Pay Clearview a visit: cemeteries never close
And I search in the dark for a grave without a stone
Head is full of memories, from just a year ago
But the bills matter little when you're out here on these slopes
A dreary realization that you're walking amongst ghosts
On a Tuco type of sprint but this ain't no Ecstasy of Gold
I find my Mother's post, send a prayer to the Utmost
And I pour the forty out as I break down in the snow...

[Outro - Bastille]
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night, when Christ was born...
Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine
O night, when Christ was born...
O night,
O holy night,
O night divine...

credits

from Last Rites - Single, released March 28, 2014
Vocals: Black Smith (@LongGoneJess)
Mixing and Mastering: Black Smith
Production: Black Smith, Bastille (@bastilledan)
Single Artwork: CT (@YoursTrulyCT)

"Last Rites" interpolates a significant portion of the sound recording "Tuning Out..." by Bastille, off the album 'ALL THIS BAD BLOOD.' Sample used with attribution.

J. Smith, D. Smith, K. Simmons, W. Farquarson, C. Wood, M. Crew

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