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
cover last running sand shall underneath
Speak, speak, for underneath the cover thereThe sand is running from the upper glass,And when the last grain's through, I shall be lost.
cover last running sand shall underneath
Speak, speak, for underneath the cover there The sand is running from the upper glass, And when the last grain's through, I shall be lost.
cannot charm charming face form grass lovely mountain three
One had a lovely face, and two or three had charm, but charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass cannot keep the form where the mountain hare has lain.
love mansion proud sole woman
A woman can be proud and stiffWhen on love intent;But Love has pitched his mansion inThe place of excrement;For nothing can be sole or wholeThat has not been rent.
city holy sailed seas therefore
And therefore I have sailed the seas and comeTo the holy city of Byzantium.
broken burning roof shudder
A shudder in the loins engenders thereThe broken wall, the burning roof and towerAnd Agamemnon dead.
begins friends-or-friendship glory mans
Think where mans glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
common express man wise
Think like a wise man but express yourself like the common people.
black broken god great passing time-and-time-management tread
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God the herdsman treads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
people problem
The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.
brought cannot century civilization despite hoped illusion life manifold peace raging
Civilization is hoped together, brought under a rule, under the semblance of peace by manifold illusion, but Man's life is thought, and he, despite his terror, cannot cease, ravening through century after century ravening, raging and uprooting, that
dog praised wild
But where's the wild dog that has praised his fleas?
fixed knowing star
I have no question:It is enough, I know what fixed the stationOf star and cloud.And knowing all, I cry. . . .
grass hear run wind
I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.