The Sick RoseBY WILLIAM BLAKE
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy:And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.
Such a damn fine song.
A revelation when I discovered it on a loaned copy of the Wax Trax Black Box, at the same time I was reading Blake.
I bought it when it was released. That is seriously one of the best box set compilations I own. So much good music can be found on that thing!
Twenty-three-year-old Viennese woman, depicted before and after contracting cholera in the first epidemic in 1831.
Worst stereo pair EVER.
No-one ever spares a thought for the worms. They get sick too. A worm with a bad case of Rose is a pitiful sight.
I just got the Wax Trax mail order catalog, and eventually bought about 70+% of the albums associated with it. I couldn't even justify getting it now.
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