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
summer spring winter
Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when the abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all: And after that there's nothing good Because the spring time has not come- Not know that what disturbs our blood Is but its longing for the tomb.
farewell weight weary
Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.
father eye angel
The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there Stood in the circuit of a needle's eye.
growing-up pain men
That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain.
dog heart eye
What shall I do with this absurdity- O heart, O troubled heart-this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog's tail? Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible.
love love-is inequality
Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.
wind hatred mind
If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf
sweet self hatred
All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will
art self confusion
In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.
art people conquer
No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.
love
Who mocks at music mocks at love.
song heart land
Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
wise heart eye
The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold." "I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit." "It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind." "But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire." "O no, my dear, let all that be, What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?"
heart animal sick
Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.