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William Blake
"The Marriage of Heaven and Hell"

Pt.25 - 27 A Song of Liberty

Ihsahn:
1. The Eternal Female groan'd! it was heard over all the Earth.
2. Albions coast is sick, silent; the American meadows faint!

You are
From the heart
Of it all.

The light
From the love
In the night.

Childhood's End-2012

1. Bracelets Of Fingers (04:11)
2. Everybody's Been Burned (03:25)
3. The Trap (02:32)
4. In The Past (02:53)
5. Today (03:19)
6. Can You Travel In The Dark Alone? (04:01)

Hun vaagner paa Skyggefulde Stier
I Skogens dybe grønne Kammer
Da hvidsker een Stemme paanye
Bag rankedæckede Stammer
"Kom om du vil Kom i Mørcket
Mit sorte Øie skald vinde dig
Mit bløde Haar skald binde dig "

Everybody has been burned before
Everybody knows the pain
Anyone in this place
Can tell you to your face
Why you shouldn't try to love someone

Everybody knows it never works
Everybody knows and me

Science - The new aristocracy
Progress - The world is on the march
Why shouldn't it turn too?
It's the vision of numbers.
We are moving towards the Spirit.
Certainly deserted: It's the voice of the oracle, what I say.
Understand, and not knowing how to express myself without using hidden words.
I prefer to remain silent

If it were within our power,
beyond the reach of slavish pride.
To no longer harbour grievances,
behind the mask's opportunists facade.
We could welcome the responsibilty
like a long lost friend,
and re-establish the kingdom of laughter
in the dolls house once again.

Kan du mer enn ditt Fader Vår
Kaster du ingen skygge
Ja, da har du lovet bort din sjel
og vil til bestandighet
Ha en med prillahorn
Som ser på deg fra skyggen på deg

Can you more than your Father Our

Kveldssanger-1996

1. Østenfor Sol Og Vestenfor Maane (03:26)
2. Ord (00:17)
3. Høyfjeldsbilde (02:15)
4. Nattleite (02:11)
5. Kveldssang (01:32)
6. Naturmystikk (02:55)

little bird in blue worlds
spinning things with wings
beating the sacred heart
running cold and scared

wanting warmer weather
to leave all winter behind
the cutting edge of the sword

Nattens Madrigal - Aatte Hymne Til Ulven I Manden-1997

1. Hymn I: Wolf And Fear (06:16)
2. Hymn II: Wolf And The Devil (06:21)
3. Hymn III: Wolf And Hatred (04:47)
4. Hymn IV: Wolf And Man (05:21)
5. Hymn V: Wolf And The Moon (05:14)
6. Hymn VI: Wolf And Passion (05:48)

You fly, or rather float, drift
Through an enormous dark room
A room of noises
Endless shimmering glissandi
Crackling pizzicato
Coal black, turbulence holes of bass drones
But otherwise empty
No planets, no meteorites

Snacket blandt Folck vaer til Bestandighed
Om Fuldmaanens Vee & Grue

Naar det klagede op mod hendes Skjaer
Fra Vintrens kolde Eensomhed
Da frycktede de at Vargen vaer nær
Vakt vaer dends gamle Mayestet

Perdition City-2000

1. Lost In Moments (07:17)
2. Porn Piece Or The Scars Of Cold Kisses (07:09)
3. Hallways Of Always (06:35)
4. Tomorrow Never Knows (07:59)
5. The Future Sound Of Music (06:39)
6. We Are The Dead (03:41)

The ancient poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or geniuses.
Calling them by names and adoring them with the properties of woods,
rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged and
numerous senses could perceive. And particulary they studied the genius of
each city & country, placing it under its mental deity; till a system was
formed, which some took advantage of,& enslav'd the vulgar by attempting
to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began
priesthood; choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. And it length

I have always found that angels have the vanity to speak of
themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident insolence
sprouting from systematic reasoning, Swedenborg boasts that what he writes
is new; Tho' it is only the contents or index of already publish'd books.
A man carried a monkey about for a shew,& because he was a little wiser
than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as much wiser than seven
men. It is so with Swedenborg: He shews the folly of churches & exposes
hypocrites, till he imagines that all religious,& himself the single one

(PLATES 21-22) I have always found
that angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they
do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning, Swedenborg
boasts that what he writes is new; Tho' it is only the contents or index of
already publish'd books. A man carried a monkey about for a shew, & because
he was a little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as
much wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg: He shews the folly of
churches & exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that all religious, & himself

[plates 5-6]
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be
restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the
unwilling. And being restrain'd, it by degrees becomes passive, till it is
only the shadow of desire. The history of this is written in Paradise
Lost,& the governor or reason is call'd Messiah. and the original
Archangel, or possessor of the command of heavenly host, is call'd the
Devil or Satan, and his children are call'd Sin & Death. But in the book

I remember walking, one side of town to the other
Alone one night in January... or February
It's like in an old movie from some other land
It lasted for hours

Only streelights
And the grating of gravel in pedestrian subways

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and
your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads to the
palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the
plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree
that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light, shall never become a
star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has
no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of

the family is gathering
in silent prayer

before the bed
where he is laid out

beautiful in black
and closed eyes

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep

Once meek, and in a perilous path,
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death.
Roses are planted where thorns grow.
And on the barren heath

It was Hankey the squire, as I’ve heard men say,
Who rode out a-hunting on one Saturday.
They hunted all day, but nothing they found
But a poor murdered woman, laid on the cold ground.

About eight o’clock, boys, our dogs they throwed off,
On Leatherhead Common, and that was the spot;
They tried all the bushes, but nothing they found

It is the two

They turn the pages
Of the same book

It means nothing to them

The pages turned by the one

Themes From William Blakes The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell CD-2-1998

1. A Memorable Fancy, Plates 17 - 20 (11:23)
2. Intro (02:27)
3. Plates 21 - 22 (03:11)
4. A Memorable Fancy, Plates 22 - 24 (04:50)
5. Intro (03:59)
6. A Song Of Liberty, Plates 25 - 27 (26:23)

ghosts presence, ghost music in the radio at night,
when you can't sleep, in the line of shadows
around the glowing red eye.

voices that talk and talk towards nothing,
so that nothing's hollow role shall not slide
in on the scene in the solitary theater.