Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
This is a musical recreation of William Blake’s poem by the same name: “The Clod and The Pebble”.
Recorded at Phil’s mom’s house, winter 2002.
"Love seeketh not itself to please
Nor for itself hath any care
But for another gives its ease
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair."
So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle’s feet
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
"Love seeketh only Self to please
To bind another to its delight
Joys in another’s loss of ease
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite."