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
chose last romantics sanctity
We were the last romantics -- chose for themeTraditional sanctity and loveliness.
cent cost five heard hundred jewelry mean moment ten wide worth
But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare,When at the same moment she had on a dressWhich cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less,And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess,That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear!
berry god
Doubtless God could have made a better berry (than the strawberry), but doubtless God never did
truly
Really and truly -- I've nothing to wear.
art fighting men
The nation that will insist upon drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking by cowards.
And say my glory was I had such friends.
dreams irish-poet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
army-and-navy guard hate
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
days flowers leaves lying root swayed though youth
Though leaves are many, the root is one;Through all the lying days of my youthI swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;Now I may wither into the truth.
brought chamber drained foul grow lie lies sought toil witch
TOIL and grow rich, what's that but to lie with a foul witch and after, drained dry, to be brought to the chamber where lies one long sought with despair.
dome fury human man mere
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is;All mere complexities,The fury and the mire of human veins.
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The Government does not intend these things to happen, the Commission on whose report the Bill was founded did not intend these things to happen, but in legislation intention is nothing, and the letter of the law everything, and no government has the
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What shall I do for pretty girlsNow my old bawd is dead?
bred fingers harder laughing mad secret turn
Bred to a harder thingThan Triumph, turn awayAnd like a laughing stringWhereon mad fingers play Amid a place of stone,Be secret and exult,Because of all things knownThat is most difficult.