London
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๐ Lyrics
I wander thro' each charter'd street
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls;
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
London
London
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-forg'd manacles I hear:
London
London
Children of a future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that, in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
And let his wife and children return from the opressor's scourge.
They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing:
"The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher Morning,
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease;
Shall cease;
Shall cease;"
Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die
Or if I die
Or if I die
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls;
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
London
London
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-forg'd manacles I hear:
London
London
Children of a future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that, in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
And let his wife and children return from the opressor's scourge.
They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing:
"The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher Morning,
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease;
Shall cease;
Shall cease;"
Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die
Or if I die
Or if I die
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:59.83] I wander thro' each charter'd street
[01:05.64] Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
[01:10.64] And mark in every face I meet
[01:15.02] Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
[01:38.56] How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
[01:43.28] Every black'ning Church appalls,
[01:47.96] And the hapless Soldier's sigh
[01:53.59] Runs in blood down Palace walls;
[02:06.87] In every cry of every Man,
[02:17.25] In every Infant's cry of fear,
[02:21.28] In every voice, in every ban,
[02:26.94] The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:
[02:37.82] But most thro' midnight streets I hear
[02:40.92] How the youthful Harlot's curse
[02:45.28] Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
[02:49.87] And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
[02:54.94] London
[02:59.66] London
[03:04.25] And mark in every face I meet
[03:09.44] Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
[03:14.10] In every cry of every Man,
[03:23.66] In every Infant's cry of fear,
[03:28.51] In every voice, in every ban,
[03:34.17] The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:
[03:38.03] London
[03:42.58] London
[03:57.51] Children of a future age
[04:02.14] Reading this indignant page
[04:07.02] Know that, in a former time
[04:11.61] Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
[06:09.56] Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
[06:15.76] And let his wife and children return from the opressor's scourge.
[06:20.45] They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing:
[06:28.11] "The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher Morning,
[06:32.67] And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
[06:38.62] For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease;
[06:47.39] Shall cease;
[06:50.03] Shall cease;"
[06:52.62] Little Fly
[06:54.57] Thy summers play,
[06:57.19] My thoughtless hand
[06:59.50] Has brush'd away.
[07:01.81] Am not I
[07:03.72] A fly like thee?
[07:06.02] Or art not thou
[07:08.40] A man like me?
[07:11.19] For I dance
[07:13.16] And drink & sing:
[07:15.46] Till some blind hand
[07:18.14] Shall brush my wing.
[07:20.61] If thought is life
[07:22.77] And strength & breath:
[07:25.31] And the want
[07:27.92] Of thought is death;
[07:31.04] Then am I
[07:34.44] A happy fly,
[07:37.61] If I live,
[07:39.85] Or if I die
[07:43.18] Or if I die
[07:46.93] Or if I die
[07:50.86]
[01:05.64] Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
[01:10.64] And mark in every face I meet
[01:15.02] Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
[01:38.56] How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
[01:43.28] Every black'ning Church appalls,
[01:47.96] And the hapless Soldier's sigh
[01:53.59] Runs in blood down Palace walls;
[02:06.87] In every cry of every Man,
[02:17.25] In every Infant's cry of fear,
[02:21.28] In every voice, in every ban,
[02:26.94] The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:
[02:37.82] But most thro' midnight streets I hear
[02:40.92] How the youthful Harlot's curse
[02:45.28] Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
[02:49.87] And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
[02:54.94] London
[02:59.66] London
[03:04.25] And mark in every face I meet
[03:09.44] Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
[03:14.10] In every cry of every Man,
[03:23.66] In every Infant's cry of fear,
[03:28.51] In every voice, in every ban,
[03:34.17] The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:
[03:38.03] London
[03:42.58] London
[03:57.51] Children of a future age
[04:02.14] Reading this indignant page
[04:07.02] Know that, in a former time
[04:11.61] Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
[06:09.56] Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
[06:15.76] And let his wife and children return from the opressor's scourge.
[06:20.45] They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing:
[06:28.11] "The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher Morning,
[06:32.67] And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
[06:38.62] For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease;
[06:47.39] Shall cease;
[06:50.03] Shall cease;"
[06:52.62] Little Fly
[06:54.57] Thy summers play,
[06:57.19] My thoughtless hand
[06:59.50] Has brush'd away.
[07:01.81] Am not I
[07:03.72] A fly like thee?
[07:06.02] Or art not thou
[07:08.40] A man like me?
[07:11.19] For I dance
[07:13.16] And drink & sing:
[07:15.46] Till some blind hand
[07:18.14] Shall brush my wing.
[07:20.61] If thought is life
[07:22.77] And strength & breath:
[07:25.31] And the want
[07:27.92] Of thought is death;
[07:31.04] Then am I
[07:34.44] A happy fly,
[07:37.61] If I live,
[07:39.85] Or if I die
[07:43.18] Or if I die
[07:46.93] Or if I die
[07:50.86]