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Życie wyszło z mody ja podążam za trendami
Pod nogami kłody ja się jedną staję
Pamiętam wśród oklasków że jestem klęską
Młody artysta jak James Joyce
I'm bitter
I'm twisted
James Joyce is fucking my sister
How can I remember 1690?
I was born in 1965
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be
here
I got your letter
From Boise Idaho
To James Joyce Soles
To James Joyce Soles
I went down at midnight
To the Holy Loch shore
And scattered
here
I got your letter
From Boise Idaho
To James Joyce Soles
To James Joyce Soles
I went down at midnight
To the Holy Loch shore
And scattered
sono solo, boy
Vecchie facce sorridenti in una polaroid
Non ho BFF, sono James Joyce
Il mio flusso di coscienza non fa più per voi
Quali best friends?
What brings you to Ireland? The 13th Annual International James Joyce
Symposium. Ah. Do you know Senator David Norris? He spoke for
women's rights. He
nell'amicizia crede
Il mio è un melodramma pop, ci vorrebbe Freud
E per scriverlo James Joyce o meglio ancora Totò
Gli anni avanzano e avanza la speranza di
As long as I can't see the light I got to go to the other side
I've torn james joyce to pieces...
I've torn james joyce to pieces to make the puzzle fit
Strollin' on a Tuesday in June
And it'll be ten o'clock before we see the moon
With the James Joyce comin' down two for one
And we'll see the crack of dawn
ho il disco dell'anno
Mi muovo a stento
E mi sento strano senza avere il petto oppresso dentro
Intanto resto
Comodo , come no
Maledetto James Joyce ,
can feel it in my chest
Damn this beat crazy
Yeah courtesy of Slavic boys
Bout to paint a portrait
I ain't talking bout no James Joyce
Kind of like if
chest
This beat crazy
Yeah courtesy of Slavic boys
About to paint a portrait
I ain't talking bout no James Joyce
Kind of like if James Joyce
Would've
spouting
James joyce I've made my choice
You are such a beautiful mess
You name your animals
Bob Jeff and Bill
Your mind is a volcano
No wonder you can't
to Billy Joe Shaver
And I'm reading James Joyce
Some people they tell me
I've got the blood of the land in my voice
Everybody got all the money
about to drive me just insane
Too long in exile, been too long in exile
Just like James Joyce, baby
Too long in exile
Just like Samuel Beckett baby
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
corresponded
And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books
T.S. Eliot chose England
T.S. Eliot joined the ministry
Did you ever hear about
head then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James Joyce
Don't need the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these
each eye
Jack the ripper was a cool stalker
But his birds no longer fly
James Joyce was a mudslinger
Jesus Christ was a forgiver
Me, I'm just
want to talk to the King
I want to tell him we're sorry
And it won't happen again
I've got a photo of James Joyce
It's a photo by ManRay
It's not
own;
He who has life and strength enough to say 'Yesterday's dead & gone - I want to live today'
James Joyce: Hello there!
Virginia Woolf: I'm
hanging out talking Tom Stoppard and Travesties
Lenin, James Joyce, Tristan Tzara and me
We're smudging the line between the workers' calls
And the petty
Brecht Helps me find Chandler Helps me find James Joyce She always makes the right choice She's no queen She's no angel Just
Brand new Lincoln playin' PM Dawn
With the dat-player minidisc cd-rom
Book collection with an autographed James Joyce
Bio-diesel dirigible, ba-baby
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