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The Grey Monk
03:22
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The Grey Monk
by William Blake
I die I die the Mother said
My Children die for lack of Bread
What more has the merciless Tyrant said
The Monk sat down on the Stony Bed
The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side
His hands & feet were wounded wide
His Body bent his arms & knees
Like to the roots of ancient trees
His eye was dry no tear could flow
A hollow groan first spoke his woe
He trembled & shudderd upon the Bed
At length with a feeble cry he said
When God commanded this hand to write
In the studious hours of deep midnight
He told me the writing I wrote should prove
The Bane of all that on Earth I lovd
My Brother starvd between two Walls
His Childrens Cry my Soul appalls
I mockd at the wrack & griding chain
My bent body mocks their torturing pain
Thy Father drew his sword in the North
With his thousands strong he marched forth
Thy Brother has armd himself in Steel
To avenge the wrongs thy Children feel
But vain the Sword & vain the Bow
They never can work Wars overthrow
The Hermits Prayer & the Widows tear
Alone can free the World from fear
For a Tear is an Intellectual Thing
And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King
And the bitter groan of the Martyrs woe
Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow
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2. |
Jerusalem
02:07
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Jerusalem
by William Blake
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green & pleasant Land
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3. |
When I Have Fears
02:57
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When I Have Fears
by John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
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4. |
The Indian Serenade
01:56
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The Indian Serenade
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream—
The Champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The Nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;—
As I must on thine,
Oh, belovèd as thou art!
Oh lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;—
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.
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5. |
The Cry Of My Father
02:33
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The Cry Of My Father
a recollection from William Blake’s Songs of Experience
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn…
(from The Schoolboy)
Like the holy book
All the tender limbs
with terror shook.
(from A Little Girl Lost)
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then two times
Blow'd in the morn, in evening died;
But Mercy chang'd Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst blind my nostrils, ears and eyes,
Didst close my tongue in senseless clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
The death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree
The distant huntsman winds his horn…
(from To Tirzah)
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6. |
The Crystal Cabinet
03:29
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The Crystal Cabinet
by William Blake
The Maiden caught me in the wild,
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock'd me up with a golden key.
This cabinet is form'd of gold
And pearl and crystal shining bright,
And within it opens into a world
And a little lovely moony night.
Another England there I saw
Another London with its Tower,
Another Thames and other hills,
And another pleasant Surrey bower.
Another Maiden like herself,
Translucent, lovely, shining clear,
Threefold each in the other clos'd
O, what a pleasant trembling fear!
O, what a smile! a threefold smile
Fill'd me, that like a flame I burn'd;
I bent to kiss the lovely Maid,
And found a threefold kiss return'd.
I strove to seize the inmost form
With ardor fierce and hands of flame,
But burst the Crystal Cabinet,
And like a weeping Babe became--
A weeping Babe upon the wild,
And weeping Woman pale reclin'd,
And in the outward air again,
I fill'd with woes the passing wind.
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7. |
The Chimney Sweeper
03:19
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The Chimney Sweeper
by William Blake
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;
And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father & never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
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8. |
The Cat
02:25
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The Cat
by Graham Jane
My cat and I will drink and eat togheter
After we'll sleep we'll get through it
The neat tidy room in which we meet
My cat and I: to eat, drink and sleep
Tonight tonight
My cat purs between the furs
Of my lonely room, to whom
No one is following me
But cat and I
Let him below, let him show
The way I must see
What he makes of me, to need
My cat and I
My cat and I
We meet to eat and drink and sleep
Here near
My cat and I
My cat and I
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9. |
The Smile
02:51
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The Smile
by William Blake
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
And there is a Frown of Hate
And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain
For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone
And no Smile that ever was smild
But only one Smile alone
That betwixt the Cradle & Grave
It only once Smild can be
But when it once is Smild
Theres an end to all Misery
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10. |
Beatle Movement
02:55
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Beatle Movement
by Graham Jane
Are you gathering round
Wont you come and let down
I'm here for what you must play with me
I've got my story to tell
It's as happy as me
You are not what you have been
I've got all the things I've seen
I am ... between.
Let him down,running in his land town
I'm not here to frown
I've been waiting for it
I'm not trying to waste my bic,my bit
I'm around the corner
I have a buttoned shirt and a tie in order
I've been waiting for the bus
For all of us
I'm going to read something, keep it organized
Try and get something written down
Not a suprise
I don't want to get it wrong again
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11. |
AM
01:57
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AM.
by Graham Jane
Desiderabile
Sì, desiderabile sei tu
Ma...irraggiungibile per me
I don' t have anything else but my soul
I don' t have...
du da du du du da bu da bu da
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12. |
Nymph
03:00
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Nymph
by Graham Jane
One day, it happened and we did it our way
Clean, pure and natural no pay
Down on our knees we let go
She was the prettiest girl that I saw
The only thing she wore was a raincoat that you
Could see right through
But I like it
But I like it
She said to me instead one thought from her head
At night all my fears come to bed
I can't hold my head up high (again)
But one day, it happened and we did our way
Clean, pure and natural no pay
Down on our knees we let go
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13. |
Girl
04:02
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Girl
by Antony Graham Milner
(Now it's time to go)
She was a small girl
In her small world
She often cried
But never lied
Tired and so tired
Deep inside
She used to dream
It came natural like unsweetend
Cream
So she learnt to sing
Found her wings
And deep inside
She nally lied
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Graham Jane (ideas and sessions) Genoa, Italy
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