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Tom from Bent_Axis again has showed his kindness by sending me some more drum loops from which this song was conceived.
http://bentaxis.bandcamp.com/
Made with only the left ear.
The words are from William Blake.
Tom plays the bass, and added some extra percussion and keys.
A big thanks to Steve _ Carbon for his friendship and ears. Fred _ Loob for his ears too and to Tom for his excellent bass playing and other additions.
http://bentaxis.bandcamp.com/
Made with only the left ear.
The words are from William Blake.
Tom plays the bass, and added some extra percussion and keys.
A big thanks to Steve _ Carbon for his friendship and ears. Fred _ Loob for his ears too and to Tom for his excellent bass playing and other additions.
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Lyrics
The Tiger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake
sammydix
this is turning out to be one of my favorite teamups. all sorts of passages and byways with one constant mood. is that you reciting the poem?