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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 6
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a child's recurring dream

JRC

THE FISH

Come as you are, you won’t be turned away
Eventually it will come around - you are the one who made it
Suddenly you’re behind the lines that come to grip
With this recurring sight; someone’s life’s at stake

In a movie of your dream, see it happen from above
A tower in the sky built for you with amazing colors
Every once in a great while a glimpse of what it is
To be for yourself because of someone else

I’m ready to take on the world - I raise my arms up to the sky
Window of time; window of love, window of your soul
I see myself on a raft floating down an emerald river
Nemesis of time appeared
A giant fish leapt from the water, arced above us
Menacing stare said “welcome to the world”
His eye rolled back and took you there

I’m helpless from the window above, even though I’m there
Mountain shadows stretch across the sky, river seems to meet them there
It travels to forever and I always look for you there
Now it’s been many years; it seems like yesterday
In a freakish way it’s all come true
Blur of reality, mission of life
Another window I’ve traveled through
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Song Comments

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 6
voucher of rotables, toll of the road; bred manyheaded stepsons for one leapyourown taughter; is too funny for a fish and has too much outside for an insect; like a heptagon crystal emprisoms trues and fauss for us; is infinite swell in unfitting induments; once was he shovelled and once was he arsoned and once was he inundered and she hung him out billbailey; has a quadrant in his tile to tell Toler cad a'clog it is; offers chances to Long on but stands up to Legge before; found coal at the end of his harrow and moss- roses behind the seams; made a fort out of his postern and wrote F.E.R.T. on his buckler; is escapemaster-in-chief from all sorts of houdingplaces; if he outharrods against barkers, to the shool- bred he acts whiteley; was evacuated at the mere appearance of three germhuns and twice besieged by a sweep; from zoomor- phology to omnianimalism he is brooched by the spin of a coin; towers, an eddistoon amid the lampless, casting swannbeams on the deep; threatens thunder upon malefactors and sends whispers up fraufrau's froufrous;


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