William Blake Medley Songs of innocence

Subject: RE: William Blake Medley Songs of innocence
From: GUEST,zap
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 08:24 PM

Yes Jah Wobble did an album as well.....but none of e'm do it like myself and Willpowa aka "Hyperbole"

William Blake Medley - Musical sound poem

Subject: RE: William Blake Medley Songs of innocence
From: Stewie
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 08:08 PM

There was also a lovely album of Blake poems set to music by UK folkie, Dave Walters, back in 1979: Dave Walters 'Innocence and Experience' Greenich Village GVR 204.

--Stewie.

Subject: RE: William Blake Medley Songs of innocence
From: GUEST,zap
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 01:11 PM

Thanx I'll check out Greg Browns site when i'm back from buying my fly paper ha ha..

Subject: RE: William Blake Medley Songs of innocence
From: GUEST
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 12:53 PM

Red House recording artist Greg Brown also set some Blake poems to his music. Album is titled "Songs of Innocence and of Experience" and was released in the mid-1980s.

Subject: RE: William Blake Medley Songs of innocence
From: mack/misophist
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 12:33 PM

I prefer fly paper, myself.

Subject: RE: William Blake Medley Songs of innocence
From: GUEST,zap
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 12:28 PM

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Subject: William Blake Medley Songs of innocence
From: GUEST,Jim Clark..London..England
Date: 24 Nov 02 - 05:26 AM

Heres a collection of some of William Blakes most remembered poems performed by myself with superbly atmospheric music from "Willpowa" heres the verses of the first couple of the poems in the medley..heres the link to the page with the sound file
William Blake Medley - Musical sound poem



Regards..

Jim Clark

All rights are reserved on this sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark 2002

The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

The Fly
By William Blake 1794


Little Fly
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink & sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength & breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.