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
fashion song loss
Sweetheart, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song.
faith christian heart
I--though heart might find relief Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief What seems most welcome in the tomb--play a predestined part. Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.
faith responsibility men
I bear a burden that might well try Men that do all by rule, And what can I That am a wandering-witted fool But pray to God that He ease My great responsibilities?
sweet thinking noses
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window....
happiness men age
Because this age and the next age Engender in the ditch, No man can know a happy man From any passing wretch, If Folly link with Elegance No man knows which is which....
women heart sides
Though I have many words, What woman's satisfied, I am no longer faint Because at her side? O who could have foretold That the heart grows old?
wise running stars
Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon..
dog moon world
Because the priest must have like every dog his day Or keep us all awake with baying at the moon, We and our dolls being but the world were best away.
mother heart womb
I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.
laughter moon voice
Laughter not time destroyed my voice And put that crack in it, And when the moon's pot-bellied I get a laughing fit....
healing bones filled
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
holiday gay wind
Come let us mock at the good That fancied goodness might be gay, And sick of solitude Might proclaim a holiday: Wind shrieked and where are they?
blood anarchy tides
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,
moving self cities
We cannot doubt that barbaric people receive such influences more visibly and obviously, and in all likelihood more easily and fully than we do, for our life in cities, which deafens or kills the passive meditative life, and our education that enlarges the separated, self-moving mind, have made our souls less sensitive.