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Stretching my Blackout wings with this one.

I had my light bulb moment, when I was reading Wirrow and Metaphorest’s A New Hevn (yet again) about how some of its lines are such a great fit (or metaphor if you will) for what HitRECord stands for. How it stands for a world of shared creation and collaboration, as opposed to the need to own an idea and ‘protect or safeguard’ it at all cost.

I am sure others have already thought about this and probably recorded it too. But here is my take on it – am presenting it in the Blackout form.

And I really feel that I should apologise for mauling these beautiful… beautiful verses, but I had to share the idea.

I have worked on A New Hevn (Joe version). 

a new hevn

somewhere... live two stories
one of hevn, one of urth,
who awake to find they’re hugging
with no knowledge of their birth.

this embrace invokes a balance
the two stories have come one.
no more fear and no desire
nothing done to be undone. 

but suddenly there is an urge
that shakes their tranquil state.
hungering to understand
and thirsting to create,

hevn, out of nowhere
tells a story of its own
and urth, beguiled by newness
acts this story out alone.

so with a song and dance 
a tiny story came to be
a star that lit their eyes up
and enabled them to see.

with this new light both hope and fear 
filled up their hearts with warning
this newborn
tale was not alone
many more were calling.

stories grew and blossomed then
sung in by hevn’s choirs.
they formed their shape aloft in space,
took life from urthly fires.

but stories are not set in stone
their shapes are always shifting.
suns lit up like fireworks
and mountain tops were lifting.


meadows stretched and liquefied
and poured into the ocean,
whose waves formed winged beasts that leapt
and fluttered into motion.

colours grew out of the ground
and spread into the sky
a watercolour world with rainbows
fifty stories high

great rocks rose to meet the stars
wishing a better view
the highest peaks were dusted white
each day, pristine and new

for everything a perfect place
a den, a hut, a hive
soon every thing the eye could see
came suddenly alive

with roots and shoots, with wings and feet
in flocks, in packs and swarms
a wondrous festival of life
of stories taking form


in time, urth started to believe
in its own mind’s inventions
saw stories as solid truth
and followed their conventions

instead of dreaming up new tales
urth stopped and took full measure
of every narrative of old
clung to them like treasure

hevn, wary of this path
but loyal to its friend
kept quiet for countless years
spoke out in the end

"i'm scared our stories roar too loud
and cause us to forget
that we were just playing pretend
all is stuck and set!

i don’t like this game anymore
when we’re no longer one
let's fall into each other's arms 
and let the tales be done."

but urth, engrossed in its own myths
certain of their power 
shunned the touch of its old friend
and things began to sour.

driven by a mad impulse
urth gathered up its tales
and forced them all to huddle close
surrounded them with rails

the tales that once grew legs and arms
that shape-shifted and tangled
now sat solid, static, locked
rough edges now right-angled

"this is no game," cried urth, "it's real 
these stories won't collapse! 
our oneness is an ancient dream
i won't fall for your traps! 

hevn wailed, heart torn in two
“can you not understand?
i only want us to be one 
forever hand in hand

i have no darker aim than that
my friend, I fear remorse
a long and lonely age from now
you’ll see we ran off course”

urth replied, "forgive me love 
our playtime here was bliss 
our hugging time was harmony 
and though it will be missed 

the mystery of what we are 
is more than i can stand 
but through my stories said and set
will i learn who i am.

i must let go and join my tales
and with this merging seal
a sacrifice so soon forgot 
will make the stories real."

and as urth turned to walk away
hevn stood its ground
and watched as urth leapt to the skies
and hurled itself back down!

with this loud crash, a deluge 
swept up hevn in its wake 
who nearly drowned when all around
became a sudden lake.

hevn looked with teary eyes
at what urth had become
across the shore for many moons
alone and growing numb.

by the waters urth had caused
the outcast hevn lay down
and wept remembering the days
when urth was still around.

to find and join urth once again
within its solid rails,
hevn sung itself a boat 
and solemnly set sail.


so here i am across the lake
and left with little time
i look back on my journey here
and write this very rhyme

to tell you how it all began
for soon i will forget..
a sacrifice i have to pay
until all is reset.

i'll be with you again, my love
perhaps not as before
but i will find brief melodies
to bridge our disparate shores.

a momentary lapse, perhaps
through lovers who can see
in moments of divine desire
the ones we used to be.

the sparks that flew in our embrace
remembered in a kiss
flickers of our ancient love
in these human blips of bliss.

it's time for me to let go now
and be carried away,
but i take this message with me
so it may find you one day.

through whatever way it chooses
through whomever it may find
to remind you in your darkest hour
that we were once entwined.

when tragic moments break your heart
when lost within a crowd
when fear has taken hold 
and when your stories roar too loud

just remember that it’s all a tale
a big game of pretend
and one day, as all stories do
ours too will surely end.

but we’ll meet again back at the start
with no knowledge of our birth
we'll do it all again, by heart
a new hevn and a new urth.




Hevn tells a story of its own

Urth acts this story out.

A tiny story came to be

with tale many more calling.

Stories grew and blossomed

But stories are not set in stone

Their shapes are always shifting.

A wondrous festival of life

Of stories taking form.

In time urth saw stories as solid truth

Instead of dreaming up new tales

Urth clung to them like treasure.

Hevn wary, spoke out

“I’m scared all is stuck and set!”

But certain of their power

urth gathered up its tales

and surrounded them with rails.
The tales that once grew legs and arms
that shape-shifted and tangled
now sat solid, static, locked
rough edges now right-angled.
hevn wailed, “can you not understand?
a long age from now
you’ll see we ran off course”

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