Intro
Verse 1:
You think that you can own me,
That I’m just a fish in your sea,
But you will never control me,
Don’t you know that this fish don’t bleed.
Chorus:
We stomp on shells
And ring our bells
We stomp our shells
And ring our bells.
Verse 2:
Think that you can diminish us,
But you’re a graveyard filled with dust.
You think we owe you all our trust,
As your crocodile tears form rust.
Chorus:
We stomp on shells
And ring our bells
We stomp our shells
And ring our bells.
Ending:
Belligerent
Belligerent
Belligerent
Belligerent
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 2, 2023.
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Lineage Note:
A Freaky Friday Frolic. The Bells of Belligerence is structurally and thematically inspired by Sergei Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C♯ Minor, often associated with the nickname “The Bells of Moscow,” a work whose tolling motif left a lasting imprint on the composer’s life and legacy.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Well written, my friend, your poem expresses a strong sense of defiance and resilience against oppression or control. It emphasizes the idea of individuality and freedom, suggesting that external forces cannot dictate one's identity or worth. Very strong words on ones identity👍❤️
Friendship, thank you. I really appreciate your reading of this, and yes...you’re spot on. Hearing the defiance, resilience, and sense of identity in it means a great deal to me. I’m grateful for your presence and your engagement here. 🔔🔥🙏🖤
You're absolutely welcome, Tristan. I'm thoroughly captivated by the vibrant imagination you possess and the unbridled way you weave tales that transport us to new realms. It's truly awe-inspiring to witness how our minds can effortlessly transcend reality and flow into the world of writing with such natural ease. I'm deeply grateful for the gift of our friendship, particularly the unwavering support and non-judgmental spirit you bring to our relationship. As you step into the new year, I wish upon you a boundless cascade of success, happiness, and fulfillment, with every dream and aspiration you hold dear becoming a tangible reality. Your friendship enriches my life, and I'm thankful for you also.❤️
Thank you, Friendship. It really is awe-inspiring how we can transcend reality through writing and, yes, flow into the world. That, in and of itself, is a major gift; however, the gift of our friendship makes it all the more worthwhile, my dear friend. That is a mutuality for sure! I truly appreciate you, your welcoming spirit (even when its not always returned), and your kindness and support to me have been felt at some pretty needed times. So, hear hear! And here\'s to our friendship and more awesome poetry in 2026! You rock, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Dramatic is the music that accompanies the poem. Dark is the feel and rebellious come the words. It has a soft screamo sound. Nicely done my friend
Soren, thank you. I really appreciate this read. You caught the darkness and the rebellious edge exactly as I had hoped it would come through and that “soft screamo” note made me smile. It’s a great way of naming what I was attempting to do...a sort of hushed, whisper scream. Glad that came through as well. Much appreciated, my friend! 🔔🔥🙏🖤
You are most welcome Tristan it is my pleasure
Now I've heard of the bells of St Clement's and certain other places, but not the bells of belligerence. lol.
Now P and Co are such, if we try to stop them from........... They will only reply 'I'm not being bel-glug-iger-glug-ent!' heehee.
Yes...and they will do that bel-glug-ier-glugently! True story! LOL! I just hope somewhere in the great beyond, after facepalming over the glugs, Rachmaninoff got some enjoyment from this song! I am certain in his lifetime he NEVER saw it coming! 🤣
And now Glug Symphony No.7 in C Glug Major - or whatever! lol.
Is the conductor ready? Glug.
This reminds me so much of me and my younger brother during our formative years and throughout our adolescence and young manhood .. Jeez you got me stomping my foot again squire .. I'm beginning to feel a little phoenix like .. Neville 🖤🐧🐈⬛🐈⬛🐦⬛👍
Now this is a poem of freedom! Freedom in defiance!
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