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The Plays the Thing [The Peel Sessions] Peter Hammill
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[Verse 1]
How could he know so much?
How could he bear such knowledge?
How could he dare to write it in the plays?
What is it Shakespeare'd say
If he came back today?
Surely he'd recognize these mortal coils
[Verse 2]
How do we carry on?
No-one knows where they fit in
No-one knows who they are or where they've been
What does the writer mean?
How do we play this scene?
What didn't Shakespeare know that wе do now?
[Bridge]
Stiffen the sinews
Wеar hard-favour'd rage
All history's drama
The world is a stage
[Interlude]
"There is a history in all men's lives
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd;
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured
Such things become the hatch and brood of time..."
How could he know so much?
How could he bear such knowledge?
How could he dare to write it in the plays?
What is it Shakespeare'd say
If he came back today?
Surely he'd recognize these mortal coils
[Verse 2]
How do we carry on?
No-one knows where they fit in
No-one knows who they are or where they've been
What does the writer mean?
How do we play this scene?
What didn't Shakespeare know that wе do now?
[Bridge]
Stiffen the sinews
Wеar hard-favour'd rage
All history's drama
The world is a stage
[Interlude]
"There is a history in all men's lives
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd;
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured
Such things become the hatch and brood of time..."
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