"PS-400 British Writers- What Man has Made of Man" by Numi Who

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lyrics derived from "The Tables Turned" by William Wordsworth

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Charts

Peak #701

Peak in subgenre #85

Author

Words: William Wordsworth; Music: wbiro

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Uploaded

November 14, 2009

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:16

Story behind the song

Keyboard/Vocal improvisation. Method: Pick up a book of old poetry. Scan for promising passages. Work out a chord framework for 'song'. Begin recording. While reading, rearrange poem if necessary into something new while creating the vocals and music. Real-time creativity on three levels- the words, the vocals, and the piano.

Lyrics

What impulse from infernal wood
may teach us more of man,
of moral evil, and of good,
than all the sages can?

Sweet is the law
which nature brings
our meddling intellect.
The shapes and
beautious forms of things,
we murder to dissect!

Enough of science
and of art,
close up those barren reams;
come forth,
bring with you
a heart
that watches every scene!

Up ,up, my friend,
and quit those books,
surely you'll grow double.
Up, up, my friend,
and clear your looks,
why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above,
the mountainous land,
a freshening luster
mellow.
Through all the long green fields
that spread
this first sweet evening
yellow.

Books, 'tis a dull and endless strife.
Come hear the woodland linnet,
how sweet his music
on my life;
there is more of wisdom
in it
then hark how bright the
throssel's singing too,
here's no mean creature.

Come forth
into the light of dawn,
let nature be your teacher.
There is a world of ready meal
for our hearts and minds
to bless;

Spontaneous wisdom
breathed by health,
truth breathed by cheerfuless.
What man has made of man.

from "The Tables Turned" by William Wordsworth

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