Blues Music is Truth
hip groove, kinda funky with that riffage

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
And that such a vetriol of venom, that queen's head affranchisant, a quiet stink- ingplaster zeal could cover, prepostered or postpaid! The lounge- lizards of the pumproom had their nine days' jeer, and pratsch- kats at their platschpails too and holenpolendom beside, Szpasz- pas Szpissmas, the zhanyzhonies, when, still believing in her owenglass, when izarres were twinklins, that the upper reaches of her mouthless face and her impermanent waves were the better half of her, one nearer him, dearer than all, first warming creature of his early morn, bondwoman of the man of the house, and murrmurr of all the mackavicks, she who had given his eye for her bed and a tooth for a child till one one and one ten and one hundred again, O me and O ye!