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
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.
women littles jackasses
The women take so little stock In what I do or say They'd sooner leave their cosseting To hear a jackass bray....
women stories stubborn
Women are hard and proud and stubborn-hearted, Their heads being turned with praise and flattery; And that is why their lovers are afraid To tell them a plain story.
running passion sin
How could passion run so deep Had I never thought That the crime of being born Blackens all our lot?
prayer play two
May we two stand, When we are dead, beyond the setting suns, A little from other shades apart, With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.
heart blood wind
I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind, I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had, But O! my Heart could bear no more when the upland caught the wind; I ran, I ran, from my love's side because my Heart went mad.