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
mystery uncontrollable unsatisfied
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
summer country song
That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.
fashion prayer men
I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
life stars blood
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
numbers giving long
So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.
environmental resurrection
Everything in nature is resurrection.
love
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
dream hair made
What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?
dream
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
song thinking lust
You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?
life eye cutting
On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
life eye gay
Never to have lived is best, ancient writers say. Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away.
life men frogs
I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.
life believe writing
The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . . I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance - the revolt of the soul against the intellect.