1. |
The Sick Rose
03:29
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible Worm
That flies in the Night,
In the howling Storm,
Has found out thy Bed
Of crimson Joy:
And his dark secret Love
Does thy Life destroy.
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Infant Sorrow
04:05
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My Mother groaned, my Father wept,
Into the dangerous World I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a Fiend hid in a Cloud.
Struggling in my Father's Hands,
Striving against my swaddling Bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my Mother's Breast.
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3. |
The Fly
05:11
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Little Fly,
Thy Summer's Play
My thoughtless Hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I,
A Fly like thee?
Or art not thou,
A Man like me?
For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind Hand
Shall brush my Wing.
If Thought is Life,
And Strength and Breath
And the Want,
of Thought is Death;
Then am I,
A happy Fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
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4. |
Eternity
03:08
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He who binds to himself a Joy
Does the winged Life destroy;
But he who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's Sunrise.
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5. |
The Lily
03:51
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The modest Rose
Puts forth a Thorn,
The humble Sheep
A threat'ning Horn:
While the Lily white
Shall in Love delight,
Nor a Thorn nor a Threat
Stain her Beauty bright.
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6. |
Mad Song
08:50
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The wild Winds weep
And the Night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my Griefs infold:
But lo! the Morning peeps
Over the eastern Steeps,
And the rustling Birds of Dawn
The Earth do scorn.
Lo! to the Vault
Of paved Heaven,
With Sorrow fraught
My Notes are driven:
They strike the Ear of Night,
Make weep the Eyes of Day;
They make mad the roaring Winds,
And with Tempests play.
Like a Fiend in a Cloud,
With howling Woe,
After Night I do crowd,
And with Night will go;
I turn my Back to the East,
From whence Comforts have increas'd;
For Light doth seize my Brain
With frantic Pain.
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7. |
London
03:53
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I wander through each chartered Street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A Mark in every Face I meet,
Marks of Weakness, Marks of Woe.
In every Cry of every Man,
In every Infant's Cry of Fear,
In every Voice, in every Ban,
The mind-forged Manacles I hear:
How the Chimney-Sweeper's Cry
Every blackening Church appals,
And the hapless Soldier's Sigh
Runs in Blood down Palace-Walls.
But most, through Midnight Streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's Curse
Blasts the new-born Infant's Tear,
And blights with Plagues the Marriage-Hearse.
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8. |
A Poison Tree
04:23
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I was angry with my Friend:
I told my Wrath, my Wrath did end.
I was angry with my Foe:
I told it not, my Wrath did grow.
And I watered it in Fears,
Night and Morning with my Tears;
And I sunned it with my Smiles,
And with soft deceitful Wiles.
And it grew both Day and Night,
Till it bore an Apple bright.
And my Foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my Garden stole
When the Night had veiled the Pole;
In the Morning glad I see
My Foe outstretched beneath the Tree.
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9. |
To Nobodaddy
04:50
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Why art thou silent and invisible
Father of Jealousy?
Why dost thou hide thyself in Clouds
From every searching Eye?
Why Darkness and Obscurity
In all thy Words and Laws?
That none dare eat the Fruit but from
The wily Serpent’s Jaws?
Or is it because Secrecy
Gains Females’ loud Applause?
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10. |
To See
05:49
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the Palm of your Hand
And Eternity in an Hour.
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Daisy Bell Netherlands
About DAISY BELL
Shifting between musique concrète and glitchy popsongs, Daisy Bell invokes an
obscure atmosphere with warped voices & raw electronic beats.
Daisy Bell was founded in 2011 by Evelien van den Broek, Dyane Donck & Richard van Kruysdijk. They share a background in creating sound & music for the stage, installation & multidisciplinary art, film, theatre & dance.
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