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
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Time drops in decay,Like a candle burnt out,And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;
burnt candle drops mountains time woods
Time drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day;
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Time to put off the world and go somewhereAnd find my health again in the sea air,"Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,"And make my soul before my pate is bare.
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Time's bitter flood will rise,Your beauty perish and be lostFor all eyes but these eyes.
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Time's bitter flood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes.
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Where got I that truth? Out of a medium's mouth, Out of nothing it came, Out of the forest loam, Out of dark night where lay The crowns of Nineveh
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Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
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Those images that yetFresh images beget,That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.
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To be born woman is to know -- although they do not speak of it at school -- women must labor to be beautiful.
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We . . . are no petty people. We are of the great stocks of Europe. We are the people of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.
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When we are young we long to tread a way none have trod before
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Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their round, And hands hurl in the deep The banners of East and West, And the girdle of light is unbound, Your breast will not lie by the breast Of your beloved in sleep
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The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
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One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.