maXwells cafeExistential Worm Men
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Dream Catcher
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
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Another version of the song, this one from my cd Hunt

Greger -- piano
maXwell -- All other instruments and vocals

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Existential Worm Men

for J. Alfred

Existential worm men
Singing songs of woe
And you find you cannot hide
Anywhere you go.

Existential worm men
Singing songs of pain
For those who sell the scenes of hell
To cure the human plague.

Existential worm men
Singing songs of love
Though the waves roll over our days
No mermaid sings to us.

Existential worm men
Singing in the dirt
Under men who will not bend
No matter how they hurt


(Existential Worm men
wriggling on the hook
To prey the preyer, we must lay in the lair
And tempt the hungry look.)
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Song Comments

Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
The boarder incident prerepeated itself. The pair (whethertheywere Nippo- luono engaging Wei-Ling-Taou or de Razzkias trying to recon- noistre the general Boukeleff, man may not say), struggled apairently for some considerable time, (the cradle rocking equally to one and oppositely from the other on its law of capture and recapture), under the All In rules around the booksafe, fighting like purple top and tipperuhry Swede, (Secremented Servious of the Divine Zeal!) and in the course of their tussle the toller man, who had opened his bully bowl to beg, said to the miner who was carrying the worm (a handy term for the portable distillery which consisted of three vats, two jars and several bottles though we purposely say nothing of the stiff, both parties having an interest in the spirits): Let me go, Pautheen! I hardly knew ye. Later on, after the solstitial pause for refleshmeant, the same man (or a different and younger him of the same ham) asked in the vermicular with a very oggly chew-chin-grin: Was six vic- tolios fifteen pigeon takee offa you, tell he me, stlongfella, by picky-pocky ten to foul months behindaside?


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