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The grey monk (W. Blake)

from The red sunset / Sad reggae by Mournful Skank

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2019

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(extracts from William Blake)

"I die, I die" the Mother said,
"My children die for a lack of bread".
What more has the merciless tyrant said,
the monk sat down on the stony bed.
The blood red ran from the grey monk's side,
His hands & feet were wounded wide,
His body bent his arms & knees
like to the roots of an ancient tree.
His eye was dry, no tear could flow,
a hollow groan first spoke his woe.
He trembled & shudderd upon the bed
- at length with a feeble cry he said
For a tear is an intellectual thing
and a sigh is the sword of an angel king ;
and the bitter groan of the martyrs woe
is an arrow from the almighties bow.
My Brother starved between two walls,
his children cry my soul appalls,
I mocked at the wrack & the griding chain,
my bent body mocks their torturing pain !
Thy father drew his sword in the North
with his thousands strong he marched forth.
Thy brother has armed himself in steel
to avenge the wrongs thy children feel.

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from The red sunset / Sad reggae, released July 14, 2019

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Mournful Skank France

Mournful Skank is an experimental project exploring sad reggae, acoustic dark dub, hybrid skank ;)

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My music is influenced by William Blake, les Béru, Coil, the Gladiators, Horace Andy, Dead Combo, Portishead, Tom Waits, Castaneda. Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra.
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