I Sing The Body Electric ‎ (CD, Album, Ltd, RE, RM, Pap) Sony Records: SRCS 9141: Japan: 1997: Sell This Version The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out. breast with the little child, Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with. Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman. Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition. But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face. (Who might you find you have come from yourself, if you could trace back through the centuries?). Fame - I Sing the Body Electric Lyrics. Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day. The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect. And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul. The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings. Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for it. They shall be stript that you may see them. For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves. The flush of the known universe is in him. Within there runs blood,The same old blood! And I'll look back on Venus. Examine these limbs, red, black, or white, they are cunning in tendon and nerve. I Sing the Body Electric is the title of a 1855 poem by Walt Whitman, which is where Pitchford found the inspiration. Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above. The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance. The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps. I Sing the Body Electric is a famous poem by Walt Whitman, one of the twelve poems which comprised the first edition of Leaves of Grass (1856/67). She is to conceive daughters as well as sons, and sons as well as daughters. Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused. Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue. Contains printable sheet music plus an interactive, downloadable digital sheet music file. And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more beautiful than the most beautiful face. The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert. I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul. The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards. or the fool that corrupted her own live body?For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves. "I’m almost sheepish to admit that I first heard of 'I Sing the Body Electric' as a song (by title only) from the 1980s movie 'Fame,' which in itself had pointed me to a certain path of gay self-discovery. Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition. The album was released through Columbia Records in May 1972. This is my body I have weather veins They’re especially sensitive to dust storms and hurricanes When I’m nervous my teeth chatter like a wheelbarrow collecting rain I am rusty when I talk- it is the storm in me. I Sing the Body Electric. The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul. I Sing the Body Electric is a quest in We Happy Few. The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv’d neck and the counting; Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s breast with the little child. The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones. The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred,No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the laborers’ gang?Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you,Each has his or her place in the procession. I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons,And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons.This man was a wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person,The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard, the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes, the richness and breadth of his manners,These I used to go and visit him to see, he was wise also,He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him,They did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love,He drank water only, the blood show’d like scarlet through the clear-brown skin of his face,He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail’d his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner, he had fowling-pieces presented to him by men that loved him,When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang,You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other. The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body. In him the start of populous states and rich republics. She is in her place and moves with perfect balance. Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest. The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body. It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction. or the fool that corrupted her own live body? Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs. "I Sing The Body Electric" is the 2nd full-length studio album by US Jazz rock/fusion act Weather Report. He too is all qualities, he is action and power. Do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth? Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight? The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean. Leaves of Grass. The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes. In him the start of populous states and rich republics. Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf? the firemen, and pause, listen, count. Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant? ‘I Sing the Body Electric’ appeared in the original 1855 edition of Whitman’s collection, Leaves of Grass. The female soothing a child, the farmer’s daughter in the garden or cow-yard. It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him. 19. Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts,For you only, and not for him and her? Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone. The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account. In a 2012 Songfacts interview, he explained how it came together: "I wrote the first verse in the course of a walk that I was making from my apartment to a friend's dinner party. I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough. She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers. The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.). The same old blood! For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves. Summary “I Sing the Body Electric ... , which allow Whitman to work out some of the issues surrounding the body. Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears. Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition. The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair. I celebrate the me yet to come. There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well. The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones. Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel; All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body or of any one’s body, male or female. Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here, (Where else does he strike soundings except here?). Weekly Life Drawing sessions at The Back Loft, 7-11 St. Augustine St., Dublin. Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts, (For before the war I often go to the slave-mart and watch the sale,). Of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments. The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out. the same red-running blood! They shall be stript that you may see them. I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you,I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul, (and that they are the soul,)I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and that they are my poems,Man’s, woman’s, child, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems,Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids,Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue,Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the ample side-round of the chest,Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones,Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger, finger-joints, finger-nails,Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side,Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone,Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls, man-root,Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg,Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel;All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your body or of any one’s body, male or female,The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity,Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body,The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones,The exquisite realization of health;O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,O I say now these are the soul! They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved him. So, I consented and rejoiced in what I am, and my desires: bodily." Although Bradbury contributed several scripts to The Twilight Zone, this was the only one produced. The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,He too is all qualities, he is action and power,The flush of the known universe is in him,Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well,The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost become him well, pride is for him,The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul,Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings every thing to the test of himself,Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here,(Where else does he strike soundings except here?). Themes in I Sing the Body Electric. The young fellow hoeing corn, the sleigh-driver driving his six horses through the crowd. Summary: In "I Sing the Body Electric," Whitman explores the physicality of the human body.In the first section, the speaker likens the body to the soul and argues that the body does just as much as the soul and in a way, the body is the soul—it does not corrupt the soul, as was a common Christian belief.. Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges. I sing the body electric I celebrate the me yet to come I toast to my own reunion When I become one with the sun And I'll look back on Venu Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round, man-balls, man-root. When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang. "The Twilight Zone" I Sing the Body Electric (TV Episode 1962) cast and crew credits, including actors, actresses, directors, writers and more. Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you. They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them. It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction. I help the auctioneer, the sloven does not half know his business. I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it. The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred. Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest. This man was a wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person. I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul. The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes. I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons. The book takes its name from an included short story of the same title, which in turn took the title from a poem by Walt Whitman published in his collection Leaves of Grass. And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons. And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? A man’s body at auction,(For before the war I often go to the slave-mart and watch the sale,)I help the auctioneer, the sloven does not half know his business.Gentlemen look on this wonder,Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for it,For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant,For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily roll’d. They did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love. As I see through a mist, One with inexpressible completeness, sanity, beauty. The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes; The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps. Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman. There swells and jets a heart, there all passions, desires, reachings, aspirations, (Do you think they are not there because they are not express’d in parlors and lecture-rooms?). Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, count. The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth. When I become one with the sun. To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough. And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted. Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf? O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul. You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side. Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones. You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck... 3. And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul? How do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries? It does what its title (added later) announces, with Whitman writing about his own body and its various components – but concluding that these are also part of his soul, since soul and body are one. The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water. This makes “Body Electric” one of his more highly structured poems. Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or sleeping of the lids. 1Something startles me where I thought I was safest,I withdraw from the still woods I loved,I will not go now on the pastures to walk,I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea,I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.O how can it be that the ground itself does not sicken?How can you be alive you growths of spring?How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain?Are they not continually putting distemper'd corpses within you?Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead?Where have you disposed of their carcasses?Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations?Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat?I do not see any of it upon you to-day, or perhaps I am deceiv'd,I will run a furrow with my plough, I will press my spade through the sod and turn it up underneath,I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat.2Behold this compost! 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