London HISTORY W.Blake (1757-1827) R.Ashcraft 1995 I wander thro' each charter'd street, I wander lonely streets Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, Behind where the old Thames does flow And mark in ecery face I meet And in every face I meet Markes of weakness, marks of woe. Reminds me of what I have run from In every cry of every Man, In every man, in every hand In every Infant's cry of fear In every kiss, you understand In every voice, in every brain, That living is for other men The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: I hope you two will understand How the Chimney-sweeper's cry I've got to tell you my tale Every blackning Church appalls, Of how I loved and how I failed And that hapless Soldier's sign I hope you understand Runs in blood down Palace walls. These feelings should not be in the man But most thro' midnight streets I hear In every child, in every eye How the youthful Harlot's curse In every sky, above my head Blast the new-born Infant's tear, I hope that I know And blights with plagues the Marrige hearse. So come with me in bed Because it's you and me, we're history There ain't nothing left to say When I will get you alone Maybe we could find a room Where we could see what we should do Maybe you know it's true Living with me is like keeping a fool In every man, in every hand In every kiss, you understand That living is for other men I hope you know that I am me so come on I'm thinking about history And I'm living for history And I think you know about me Cause I am And one and one is two But three is company When you're thinking about the things you do And you're thinking about the things you do I want to tell you my tale How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail Do you understand there's more in a smile than in a hand 走过转角的小提琴声 是 In every sky, in every kiss 泰晤士河岸 There's something that you might have missed 吟游诗人说着无声的故事 Why am I going to 竖琴武士与牧神 A place that now belongs to you 然而在时间里我只唱一首歌 But you were weak and so was I 虽然知道你就在身後 Let's pick it up, let's even try 却不敢回头 To live today, so why not smile Don't dream away your life 'Cause it is mine Is that a crime Is that a crime this life is mine The bed ain't made but it's filled full of hope I've got a skin full of dope -- Tell me what you've seen, Was it a dream? Was I in it?