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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5

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Old Man's Money

Our drummer Tucker wrote this one, but what does it mean?

I am not a man
I am not alone
My house is made of sand
My house is made of stone

I sleep at night
In my stoney bed
With sandy thoughts
Inside my head

I see no animals,
no trees or limousines
I’ve waded in the ocean
I’ve been to the deep end

I found a friend
I found a little bird
Who broke his little wings
I’m gonna make him dance, I’m gonna make him sing

I found a little bird
I found a little bird
I found a little bird

I found a little bird
I found a little bird
I found a little bird

And all his birdy friends
And all his birdy girls
Were missed by him outside his flightless sandy stoney world and he got sick

His wings turned blue his wings turned green,
The saddest bird I’ve ever seen, was dead

I found a little bird
Who broke his little wings
I’m gonna make him dance
I’m gonna make him sing

I sewed him back together with a needle and some string
Carved a pentagram ‘round him on the floor, I tried damn near everything.

I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird

I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird
I killed a little bird

My house has turned to sand
My house has turned to stone
I know now that I am a man and that I am alone
I found a bird. x

Song Comments

Eve's Musical Day
a rocking tune I heard today on facebook.

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
The bird in the case was Belinda of the Dorans, a more than quinquegintarian (Terziis prize with Serni medal, Cheepalizzy's Hane Exposition) and what she was scratching at the hour of klokking twelve looked for all this zogzag world like a goodish- sized sheet of letterpaper originating by transhipt from Boston (Mass.) of the last of the first to Dear whom it proceded to mention Maggy well & allathome's health well only the hate turned the mild on the van Houtens and the general's elections with a lovely face of some born gentleman with a beautiful present of wedding cakes for dear thankyou Chriesty and with grand funferall of poor Father Michael don't forget unto life's & Muggy well how are you Maggy & hopes soon to hear well & must now close it with fondest to the twoinns with four crosskisses for holy paul holey comer holipoli whollyisland pee ess from (locust may eat all but this sign shall they never) affectionate largelooking tache of tch.