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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5

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Strange
I can walk into the room without a sound
You may not think anyone’s around
I’m like the fly on the wall
I feel and hear and observe it all

Chorus: Do you think that I’m strange?
Can it be that I’m going insane?
I may never be like you.

I was born like this, internally deformed.
Trapped in a box where I couldn’t perform.
There I wrapped myself and lay in wait.
Now it’s my time and I’ve made me a saint.

Chorus: Do you think that I’m strange?
Can it be that I’m going insane?
I may never be like you.
You may never be like me.

You better watch out.
You better watch out.

I’ve always thought life was like a super slide.
Climbing and climbing and then out of control.
One day I stopped and hit the ground.
Only a brief moment of clarity was found.

Chorus: Do you think that I’m strange?
Can it be that I’m going insane?
I may never be like you.
You may never be like me.

I think you think I think you’re strange.
I think you think I think you’re strange.
I may never be like you.
You may never be like me.
Do you think we will ever agree?

Do you think that I’m strange?
Do you think that I’m strange?
Do you think that I’m strange?
Well, you better watch out.
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Tchaikovsky Loves These Songs
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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
that strange exotic serpen- tine, since so properly banished from our ure, about as freak- wing a wetterhand now as to see a rightheaded ladywhite don a corkhorse, which, in its invincible insolence ever longer more and of more morosity, seems to uncoil spirally and swell lacertinelazily before our eyes under pressure of the writer's hand; the ungainly musicianlessness so painted in sculpting selfsounder ah ha as blackartful as a podatus and dumbfounder oh ho oaproariose as ten canons in skelterfugue: the studious omission of year number and era name from the date, the one and only time when our copyist seems at least to have grasped the beauty of restraint; the lubricitous conjugation of the last with the first: the gipsy mat- ing of a grand stylish gravedigging with secondbest buns (an in- terpolation: these munchables occur only in the Bootherbrowth family of MSS., Bb — Cod IV, Pap II, Brek XI, Lun III, Dinn XVII, Sup XXX, Fullup M D C X C: the scholiast has hungrily misheard a deadman's toller as a muffinbell):