The MonacchiosThe Great Flood
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Earthquake Blues
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
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A Murder Ballad

All Songs Written by Keith Monacchio & Sheli Aarden-Monacchio
(AnchorSongsBMI2011)(ASCAP2011)

Produced by Sean Glonek

Keith Monacchio – Guitar, Vocals
Sheli Aarden-Monacchio – Guitar, Vocals
Sean Glonek – Mandolin

Boy meets girl.. Boy and girl fall in love...Girls father doesn't approve...Trouble ensues..
My true love lives on the river
Just beyond the Roach shipyard
With her mom & pop, brother and sister
Only house to survive The Great Flood

And one day we will marry
I pray to God she’ll have me

My true love, I’ll take you far away
Far from the river banks, where the old ships decay
The money we saved is enough, so trust in me my love
I will walk through fire for you

Her old man, he worked the barges
Her brother worked the barges to
I worked at the foundry, out on Duck Island
Because I couldn’t stand to be away from you

Her daddy’s got it in for me
No good reason, just a gut feeling

I’d say my true love, it won’t be long
I asked your dad for your hand, but he got the answer wrong
It’s time for us to move on; we’ll leave tomorrow at dawn
I can walk on water for you

So with the clothes on our back, speak in only whispers
Down your back stars, so no one can hear us
She left a note for her mother, kiss on the head for her brother
Up the path, don’t look back, as the moon hovered

Then I smiled and turned around
To a big bright flash, a boom blast
(Her daddy shot me down)

My true love lives on the river
All alone beyond the Roach shipyard
She never married; still she lived like a widow
Sleeps with my old handkerchief, covered with faded dry blood
In the only house to survive The Great Flood


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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
But abide Zeit's sumonserving, rise afterfall. Blueblitzbolted from there, knowing the hingeworms of the hallmirks of habita- tionlesness, buried burrowing in Gehinnon, to proliferate through all his Unterwealth, seam by seam, sheol om sheol, and revisit our Uppercrust Sideria of Utilitarios, the divine one, the hoar- der hidden propaguting his plutorpopular progeniem of pots and pans and pokers and puns from biddenland to boughtenland, the spearway fore the spoorway. The other spring offensive on the heights of Abraham may have come about all quite by accidence, Foughtarundser (for Breedabrooda had at length presuaded him to have himself to be as septuply buried as the murdered Cian in Finntown), had not been three monads in his watery grave (what vigilantes and ridings then and spuitwyne pledges with aardappel frittling!) when portrifaction, dreyfussed as ever, began to ramp, ramp, ramp, the boys are parching. A hoodenwinkle gave the signal and a bless- ing paper freed the flood.


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