Proverbs of Hell

by Daisy Bell

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poetry by William Blake performed with voice and live electronics

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released February 17, 2012

Evelien van den Broek: vocals, electronics
Dyane Donck: vocals, electronics
Richard van Kruysdijk: electronics

Produced by Daisy Bell
Mastered by Richard van Kruysdijk @ The Lodge

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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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Track Name: London
London

I wandered 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.

William Blake
Track Name: The Fly
The Fly

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.

William Blake

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