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
none tread
When we are young we long to tread a way none have trod before
cent cost five heard hundred jewelry mean moment ten wide worth
But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare,When at the same moment she had on a dressWhich cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less,And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess,That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear!
truly
Really and truly -- I've nothing to wear.
compelled feels imagine lost melancholy passing souls streets walk
This melancholy London- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
conscience might vanity
Things said or done long years ago,Or things I did not do or sayBut thought that I might say or do,Weigh me down, and not a dayBut something is recalled,My conscience or my vanity appalled.
conscience might vanity weigh
Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled.
awaits dread dying hope hoping man nor
Nor dread nor hope attendA dying animal;A man awaits his endDreading and hoping all.
dome fury human man mere
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is;All mere complexities,The fury and the mire of human veins.
accidents barely case choose life man reason simple understand woman
I think a man and a woman should choose each other for life, for the simple reason that a long life with all its accidents is barely enough for a man and a woman to understand each other; and in this case to understand is to love.
beggar beggars cannon changed goes horseback lashes places revolution
Hurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot!A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot,Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again!The beggars have changed places but the lash goes on.
carpet cough man neighbour people shuffle walk wear
All shuffle there; all cough in ink;All wear the carpet with their shoes;All think what other people think;All know the man their neighbour knows,Lord, what would they sayDid their Catullus walk that way?
rest sailed swift
Swift has sailed into his rest;Savage indignation thereCannot lacerate his breast.
bred fingers harder laughing mad secret turn
Bred to a harder thingThan Triumph, turn awayAnd like a laughing stringWhereon mad fingers play Amid a place of stone,Be secret and exult,Because of all things knownThat is most difficult.
conflicts others ourselves poetry
Of conflicts with others we make retorica, of conflicts with ourselves poetry