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
truly
Really and truly -- I've nothing to wear.
berry god
Doubtless God could have made a better berry (than the strawberry), but doubtless God never did
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!
art fighting men
The nation that will insist upon drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking by cowards.
shall
What shall I do for pretty girlsNow my old bawd is dead?
kiss miss shall sigh
I sigh that kiss you,For I must ownThat I shall miss youWhen you have grown.
kiss miss shall sigh
I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.
deal great wisdom
It would need a great deal of wisdom to know what it is we want to know.
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.
hate hatred opinions
An intellectual hatred is the worst,So let her think opinions are accursed.
bethlehem born hour last rough round toward
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last slouches toward Bethlehem to be born
dead grave romance romantic
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave
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.