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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
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Oliver Moore (guitar, vocals, bass) - Tom Harman (Percussion)

She's got that little girl smile
Religion's nothing more to her than if you would stay awhile
and with an ornery grin between that gentle smile, she'd offer hope

and say, I've got an ornery way
So stay awhile

My cigarette is bent and hanging from her mocking smile
That I'd revise my fiendish way's I know would take awhile
Ambition plans concerning money, hardly seem her style
She's got an open tithe of loving

She's got that way, in my life
She's got that way, in my life and,
I'm invited, a little frightened
and oh so mine, so stay awhile

The way she dines on macaroni
Folds and bites at her bologna
Rocking gently when she sleeps because she knows me
I've got to hold it on, hold it in, never let her down again
Hold it on, hold it in, never let it out she let me in
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Oliver never ceases to provide catchy, dark tunes. I always felt this was one of his very best.


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
Luckily there is another cant to the questy. Has any fellow, of the dime a dozen type, it might with some profit some dull even- ing quietly be hinted — has any usual sort of ornery josser, flat- chested fortyish, faintly flatulent and given to ratiocination by syncopation in the elucidation of complications, of his greatest Fung Yang dynasdescendanced, only another the son of, in fact, ever looked sufficiently longly at a quite everydaylooking stamped addressed envelope? Admittedly it is an outer husk: its face, in all its featureful perfection of imperfection, is its fortune: it ex- hibits only the civil or military clothing of whatever passion- pallid nudity or plaguepurple nakedness may happen to tuck it- self under its flap. Yet to concentrate solely on the literal sense or even the psychological content of any document to the sore neglect of the enveloping facts themselves circumstantiating it is just as hurtful to sound sense (and let it be added to the truest taste) as were some fellow in the act of perhaps getting an intro from another fellow turning out to be a friend in need of his, say, to a lady of the latter's acquaintance, engaged in performing the elaborative antecistral ceremony of upstheres, straightaway to run off and vision her plump and plain in her natural altogether, pre- ferring to close his blinkhard's eyes to the ethiquethical fact that she was, after all, wearing for the space of the time being some definite articles of evolutionary clothing, inharmonious creations, a captious critic might describe them as, or not strictly necessary or a trifle irritating here and there, but for all that suddenly full of local colour and personal perfume and suggestive, too, of so very much more and capable of being stretched, filled out, if need or wish were, of having their surprisingly like coincidental parts separated don't they now, for better survey by the deft hand of an expert, don't you know?


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