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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
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Track #5 from the album "Morpho Nestira"

Franco Bussoli - bass.
Paolo De Santis - vocals.
Luca Di Pardo - drums.
Claudio Lapenna - keyboards and vocals.
Dario Lastella - guitars.

Guest stars:
Yul Fecé - saxophone.
Loretta Di Pisa - vocals.

Words and music by Dario Lastella

Light comes in even if my window is closed.
Too thin the curtain that I’ve put on.
Light burns up my dreams and shows the morning come.
Hundreds of thousands of pictures turn me on.

Inside my pillow they’re blowing, winds and rage,
Beneath the sheets there’s no way out of my cage.
In my head resounds the echo of those old tales,
I try to come out... in vain.
I’m weak and I’m thirsty of love.
I’m weak and I’m thirsty of power.

I can’t believe, I’m swimming in a pool,
Surrounded by a liquid it was red and blue,
Now lights change, that liquid turns to glue,
I can’t move its scent turns me fool.

Outside my bed nothing has changed,
My blood slows and then it melts,
Beneath the sheets I feel breathless in my cage,
A stranger came and now he’s the owner of my brain.
I’m weak and I’m thirsty of love.
I’m weak and I’m thirsty of power. x
Song Comments

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
But, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding, on the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued ex- patriate, aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto the duke of beavers, (you may have seen some liquidamber exude exotic from a balsam poplar at Parteen-a-lax Limestone. Road and cried Abies Magnifica! not, noble fir?) a quarter of nine, imploring his resipiency, saw the infallible spike of smoke's jutstiff punctual from the seventh gable of our Quintus Centimachus' porphyroid buttertower and then thirsty p.m. with oaths upon his lastingness (En caecos harauspices! Annos longos patimur!) the lamps of maintenance, beaconsfarafield innerhalf the zuggurat, all brevetnamed, the wasting wyvern, the tawny of his mane, the swinglowswaying bluepaw, the outstanding man, the lolllike lady, being litten for the long (O land, how long!) lifesnight, with suffusion of fineglass transom and leadlight panes.


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