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== Trivia ==
 
== Trivia ==
* The title may be a reference to the famous final lines of [[wikipedia:William Shakespeare|William Shakespeare]]'s '[[wikipedia:Cymbeline|Cymbeline]]'.
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* The title is likely a reference to a funeral song from Act IV, scene 2 of [[wikipedia:William Shakespeare|William Shakespeare]]'s '[[wikipedia:Cymbeline|Cymbeline]]'.
 
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Fear no more the heat o' the sun,<br>
 
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,<br>
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Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:<br>
 
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:<br>
 
Golden lads and girls all must,<br>
 
Golden lads and girls all must,<br>
As chimney-sweepers, '''come to dust'''.
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As chimney-sweepers, '''come to dust'''.<br>
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Fear no more the frown o’ the great,<br>
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Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;<br>
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Care no more to clothe and eat; <br>
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To thee the reed is as the oak: <br>
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The sceptre, learning, physic, must <br>
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All follow this, and come to dust.<br>
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Fear no more the lightning-flash, <br>
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Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; <br>
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Fear not slander, censure rash; <br>
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Thou hast finish’d joy and moan: <br>
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All lovers young, all lovers must       <br>
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Consign to thee, and come to dust.<br>
 
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Revision as of 14:47, 18 June 2013

Come To Dust
Running time 4:07
Appears on Tomorrow's Harvest


Comments

  • In an interview with The Guardian, Sandison said that Come to Dust "is a musical reprise of Reach for the Dead." [1]
  • Joe Clay: "Fatigue was starting to set in now. It is a long album – more than an hour of dense, complex electronic music. It is a varied album, but there is still a limited vocabulary available to describe it. This one has a thudding beat. It's quite cosmic, actually – cosmic techno." [2]

Samples / Lyrics

Trivia

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’ the great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish’d joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

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References

  1. http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2013/jun/06/boards-of-canada-become-more-nihilistic
  2. http://thequietus.com/articles/12364-boards-of-canada-tomorrows-harvest-review


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