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  • Leon 2:33 pm on June 17, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: doors of perception, introduction, , marriage of heaven and hell, piping down the valley's wild, songs of innocence, ,   

    William Blake Songs of Innocence 

    I like Blake’s poetry and got into him through the Doors who were also influenced by his “the Marriage of Heaven and Hell” which speaks “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite….”. I chose to add music to the “Introduction” to Blake’s “Songs of Innocence” poetry collection.

    Here are the words, followed by my music (early effort!):

    Piping down the valleys wild,
    Piping songs of pleasant glee,
    On a cloud I saw a child,
    And he laughing said to me:

    “Pipe a song about a Lamb!”
    So I piped with a merry chear.
    “Piper, pipe that song again;”
    So I piped: he wept to hear.

    “Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
    Sing thy songs of happy chear:”
    So I sung the same again,
    While he wept with joy to hear.

    “Piper, sit thee down and write
    In a book, that all may read.”
    So he vanish’d from my sight,
    And I pluck’d a hollow reed,

    And I made a rural pen,
    And I stain’d the water clear,
    And I wrote my happy songs,
    Every child may joy to hear.

     
  • Leon 4:39 pm on December 21, 2007 Permalink | Reply
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    William Blake 

    “Songs Of Innocence – Introduction”

    Piping down the valleys wild
    Piping songs of pleasant glee
    On a cloud I saw a child,
    And he laughing said to me,

    “Pipe a song about a lamb”;
    so I piped with merry chear.
    “Piper pipe that song again”
    -so I piped, he wept to hear.
    “Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe
    Sing thy songs of happy chear”;
    So I sung the same again
    While he wept with joy to hear.

    “Piper sit thee down and write
    in a book that all may read”
    -So he vanish’d from my sight.
    And I plucked a hollow reed,

    And I made a rural pen,
    And I stain’d the water clear,
    And I wrote my happy songs
    Every child may joy to hear.

     
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