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
lonely nature fear
Him who trembles before the flame and the flood, And the winds that blow through the starry ways, Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood Cover over and hide, for he has no part With the lonely, majestical multitude.
wings giving heaven
God spreads the heavens above us like great wings, And gives a little round of deeds and days.
love beautiful world
It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.
mother light worship
Both nuns and mothers worship images, But those the candles light are not as those That animate a mother's reveries, But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
wise queens women
Though pedantry denies, It's plain the Bible means That Solomon grew wise While talking with his queens....
white ears stones
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? I have been changed to a hound with one red ear; I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns....
life change lying
And if joy were not on the earth, There were an end of change and birth, And Earth and Heaven and Hell would die, And in some gloomy barrow lie Folded like a frozen fly....
life men soul
Death and life were not Till man made up the whole, Made lock, stock and barrel Out of his bitter soul
life hope art
What can books of men that wive In a dragon-guarded land, Paintings of the dolphin-drawn Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons Do, but awake a hope to live...?
life night garden
Let the new faces play what tricks they will In the old rooms; night can outbalance day, Our shadows rove the garden gravel still, The living seem more shadowy than they.
life art dirty
There is no release In a bodkin or disease, Nor can there be a work so great As that which cleans man's dirty slate.
beautiful hope hands
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end....
truth men self
I long for truth, and yet I cannot stay from that My better self disowns, For a man's attention Brings such satisfaction To the craving in my bones.
truth afterlife laughing
I have mummy truths to tell Whereat the living mock, Though not for sober ear, For maybe all that hear Should laugh and weep an hour upon the clock.