...poem by William Blake
X : Guitar and Vocals
M : Bass
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Bass, Guitar, Voice improvisation from early 1990's.
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Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Burnt in distant deeps or skies,
The cool 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?
Could fetch it from the furnace deep;
In thy horrid ribs dare steep?
In the well of sanguine woe;
In what clay? And in what mold?
Were the eyes of fury rolled?
Where the hammer? Where 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 water'd heaven with their tears:
Dare he laugh his work to see?
Dare he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand and eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
-William Blake-
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