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Sun from the Sea
04:29
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1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear
in the pine overhead?
2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows
the cliffs of the land.
1. Is there a voice coming up with the
voice of the deep from the strand,
Once coming up with a Song in the
flush of the glimmering red?
2. Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.
1. Love that can shape or can shatter a
life till the life shall have fled?
2. Nay, let us welcome him, Love that
can lift up a life from the dead.
1. Keep him away from the lone little isle.
Let us be, let us be.
2. Nay, let him make it his own, let him
reign in it - he, it is he,
Love that is born of the deep coming
up with the sun from the sea.
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2. |
Forward
08:20
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3. |
If It Were Done
07:16
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MACBETH:
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well
It were done quickly. If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We’d jump the life to come.
LADY MACBETH:
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire?
MACBETH:
But in these cases
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague th' inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
LADY MACBETH:
Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would, ”
Like the poor cat i' th' adage?
MACBETH:
We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honored me of late, and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETH:
I have given suck, and know
How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me.
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
MACBETH:
Prithee, peace:
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
If we should fail?
LADY MACBETH:
We fail?
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we’ll not fail.
MACBETH:
Bring forth men-children only,
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries, “'Tis time, ’tis time.”
Round about the cauldron go,
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' th' charmèd pot.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravined salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digged i' th' dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat and slips of yew
Slivered in the moon’s eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-delivered by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab.
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks.
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5. |
Casting Spells
04:11
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Bolt your doors and close your blinds tonight.
This good world has never seen this sight.
The masses of the young and free
Are chasing devils in their dreams.
They're running with scissors, playing with matches, throwing knives.
Their brothers and sisters are the children of the night.
They are casting spells when they know quite well that they will not come true,
But they're howling at the moon.
Shaking chains to join your revelry,
Call in rain, but you will not scare me.
You're chanting words from ancient lands
And carving symbols in your hands.
You're running with scissors, playing with matches, throwing knives.
Your brothers and sisters are the children of the night.
You are casting spells when you know quite well that they will not come true,
But you're howling at the moon.
You're covered in war paint and mud;
You're washing your faces in blood.
You say that you need what you don't believe
To find out what you're made of.
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6. |
War
05:45
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We’re getting so good at these circles we run,
Back to the beginning again.
I never thought that I’d be the one
To send you away, my friend.
Keep marching onward, don’t look back,
Nothing can help you there in the past
All you can do is try not to react
And maybe you won’t finish last.
All I ever needed was you to stand by me
All I ever wanted was you to let me be.
Dig out your foxhole light a match
Hunker down for the night,
That heart in your chest is in need of a patch
Barely giving you life
All I ever needed was you to stand by me
All I ever wanted was you to let me be.
Wind up your rows of toy soldiers now,
Send them off to the war
Here is the only way that we know how
To find out what we’re living for
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7. |
Derivatives
04:59
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Rachel Ziolkowski Wisconsin
Rachel is a singer-songwriter, composer, and music educator in Wisconsin.
Her free time is often spent knitting or doing calligraphy.
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