Extracts from Sonnets
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
104.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead
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01 - Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows Bis zum Hahnenschrei - Buttus
02 - Scanner - Blindness
03 - Kemper Norton - The Town
04 - Coil - At the Heart of It All
William Shakespeare - Sonnet
05 - Derniere Volonte - Songe d'un matin d'ete
06 - Sopor Aeternus - Sopor Fratrem Mortis Est
07 - The Chikatura - Time Is Now
08 - Kemper Norton - Coming Home
09 - Helium Vola - Zur Heilung
10 - Matana Roberts - Amma Jerusalem School + For This Is
11 - Süleyman Kerkaya - Neşet Ertaş vs Lightnin' Hopkins
12 - David Bowie - The Man Who Sold The World (live)
