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By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat,
sat and wept,
as we thought of Zion
To the Rivers of Babylon
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There was a wicked messenger From Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him He answered with his thumb For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter. He stayed behind the assembly hall It was there he made his bed Oftentimes he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared With a note in his hand which read "The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning" Oh, the leaves began to fallin' And the seas began to part And the people that confronted him were many And he was told but these few words Which opened up his heart "If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any." Bob Dylan |
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Lift up thy blue eyes Vala & put on thy sapphire shoes: O melancholy Magdalen behold the morning over Malden break; Gird on thy flaming zone, descend into the sepulcher of Canterbury. Scatter the blood from thy golden brow, the tears from thy silver locks: Shake off the waters from thy wings! & the dust from thy white garments Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret couch of Lambeths Vale When the sun rose in glowing morn, with arms of mighty hosts Marching to battle who was wont to rise with Urizens harps Girt as a sower with his seed to scatter life abroad over Albion: Arise O Vala! bring the bow of Urizen: bring the swift arrows of light. How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, compelld to the chariot of love! Compelld to leave the plow to the ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation To trample the corn fields in boastful neighings: this is no gentle harp This is no warbling brook, nor shadow of a mirtle tree: But blood and wounds and dismal cries, and shadows of the oak: And hearts laid open to the light, by the broad grizly sword: And bowels hid in hammerd steel rip'd quivering on the ground. Call forth thy smiles of soft deceit: call forth thy cloudy tears: We hear thy sighs in trumpets shrill when morn shall blood renew. William Blake, Jerusalem 65:37-55 |
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Hey, Kool Thing, come here, sit down There's something I got to ask you. I just wanna know, what are you gonna do for me? I mean, are you gonna liberate us girls From male white corporate oppression? Huh? Don't be shy I just want you to know that we can still be friends --Sonic Youth |
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He in darkness clos'd view'd all his race
And his soul sickn'd! He curs'd
Both sons & daughters; for he saw
That no flesh nor spirit could keep
His iron laws one moment.
William Blake, The [First] Book of Urizen 23:22-26
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