Basia LyjakStuttering
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Auf der gleichen Wellenlänge
Render Unto Little Caesar
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In the Pocket
Finnegans Wake
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Basia Lyjak / Santino DeGasperis / Andrew Lauzon

Stuttering in my head this noise inside
Takes me
Pulls me through the ringer, then I'm dry
I can't sleep
All I wanna do is go ourside
Can't sleep, can't sleep

40 days and 40 nights
I tossed and turned, can't sleep at night
You leave me restless
I'm waiting for the phone to ring to finalize this shit I'm in
Leaves me restless

Time to get these bags up off my eyes
They can't see
All the pain and tiredness I bring with me
Will you grant me room to live my way
To fulfill my childhood dreams
Won't you take me, take me

To where I want and where I'll be
What I want is what I need
You leave me restless
I'm waiting for my phone to ring, to finalize this shit I'm in
You leave me restless

Over and over again, you tell me
Everything's going to be okay and
All of my lonely days will bring me
Everything, everything, everything

For 40 days and 40 nights
I tossed and turned, can't sleep at ngiht
You leave me restless
I tossed and turned by the telephone
You're never coming home
The phone now rings, but pardon me
I'm ragging against your machine
Yeah you leave me restless
Song Comments

Render Unto Little Caesar
Chorus reminds of Jen Trynin's "Happier" ('Aren't you the guy that robbed the Store 24...'). Restless, caged, breaking free. Backed by great Rock playing/production.


Finnegans Wake
Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau- rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar- back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat- er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!) and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi- fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little craythur. Wither hayre in honds tuck up your part inher. Oftwhile balbulous, mithre ahead, with goodly trowel in grasp and ivoroiled overalls which he habitacularly fondseed, like Haroun Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicab- les the alltitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead staple of other days to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a waalworth of a skyerscape of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from next to nothing and celescalating the himals and all, hierarchitec- titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and with larrons o'toolers clittering up and tombles a'buckets clotter- ing down.


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