Dark Satanic Mills

With it being St George’s day last weekend, Blake’s Jerusalem was often on my mind.
Outwardly a patriotic lyric, it deconstructs itself with the powerful line, ‘dark satanic mills’.

It is the ambivalence that I too feel towards homelands and resting places, which are all too earthly.

We are ‘born to go’, rather than to stay put, and our ultimate homeland is in outer space.

Some lines from Blake’s poem can be heard through this.


Bill Boethius, guitars, basses, synths.

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