William Butler
William Butler
Multi-instrumentalist for the band Arcade Fire who plays bass, synth, guitar, and percussion. He has also worked on movie soundtracks, like the one for Her.
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth6 October 1982
gift girl indolence man meddling mouths poet poets statesman
I think it better that at times like theseWe poets keep our mouths shut, for in truthWe have no gift to set a statesman right;He's had enough of meddling who can pleaseA young girl in the indolence of her youthOr an old man upon a winter's night.
fire mould
I would mould a world of fire and dew.
blest cast flows great laugh sweetness
When such as I cast out remorseSo great a sweetness flows into the breastWe must laugh and we must sing,We are blest by everything,Everything we look upon is blest.
die grass grows heavenly lonely opened rust school since soul threshold
You have to die because no soul has passedThe heavenly threshold since you have opened school,But grass grows there, and rust upon the hinge;And they are lonely that must keep the watch.
die grow love mouth shall truth wine
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die
middle pride reckless shake sides themselves wicked
Where, where but here have Pride and Truth,That long to give themselves for wage,To shake their wicked sides at youthRestraining reckless middle age?
dance-and-dancing dancer
Who can tell the dancer from the dance?
ambitious among choose dizzy flowering high life rains rich shape surely though until whatever
Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns,Amid the rustle of his planted hills,Life overflows without ambitious pains;And rains down life until the basin spills,And mounts more dizzy high the more it rainsAs though to choose whatever shape it wills. . . .
beat obeyed truth william
That William BlakeWho beat upon the wallTill Truth obeyed his call.
chose last romantics sanctity
We were the last romantics -- chose for themeTraditional sanctity and loveliness.
wits
Who stole your wits awayAnd where are they gone?
And say my glory was I had such friends.
dreams irish-poet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
army-and-navy guard hate
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.