Artist: sparklehorse
Song: london
(words by william blake [1757 - 1827])
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
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 appalls,
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
