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Three Dark Lady Sonnets

by Randin Graves and William Shakespeare

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128 - How Oft When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st 04:44
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How oft when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds. Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap, To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips, O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
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137 - Thou Blind Fool, Love 07:37
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Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the worst to be. If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks, Be anchored in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks, Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied? Why should my heart think that a several plot, Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face? In things right true my heart and eyes have erred, And to this false plague are they now transferred.
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138 - I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies 03:17
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When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed: But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O! love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love, loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

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Three of Shakespeare's Dark Lady sonnets set to music. A little bit rock, a little bit progressive, and a fit of folky whimsy.

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released October 1, 2020

All music performed by Randin Graves. Words by William Shakespeare, Music by Randin Graves.

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Randin Graves Salt Lake City, Utah

Composer, Guitarist, Singer, Didgeridoo Player, Producer, Teacher, Cat Whisperer, Discographer and maker of fine red curry.

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