so you're in the most beautiful city in the universe.
spare a change?
...
london
[word by william blake, song by sparklehorse]
i wander through these chartered streets near where the chartered thames does flow and mark in every face I meet marks of weakness, marks of woe
in every cry of every man in every infant's cry of fear in every voice, in every ban the mind-forged manacles I hear
how the chimney-sweeper's cry every blackening church appals and the hapless soldier's sigh runs in blood down palace walls
but most, through midnight streets i hear how the youthful harlot's curse blasts the new-born infant's tear and blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
i wander through each chartered street near where the chartered Thames does flow and mark in every face I meet marks of weakness, marks of woe
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so you're in the most beautiful city in the universe.
spare a change?
...
london
[word by william blake, song by sparklehorse]
i wander through these chartered streets
near where the chartered thames does flow
and mark in every face I meet
marks of weakness, marks of woe
in every cry of every man
in every infant's cry of fear
in every voice, in every ban
the mind-forged manacles I hear
how the chimney-sweeper's cry
every blackening church appals
and the hapless soldier's sigh
runs in blood down palace walls
but most, through midnight streets i hear
how the youthful harlot's curse
blasts the new-born infant's tear
and blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
i wander through each chartered street
near where the chartered Thames does flow
and mark in every face I meet
marks of weakness, marks of woe
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