Monday, June 21, 2010

"Wheelbarrow" (James Joyce needs Natalie Merchant)

More Molly Bloom monologue from Joyce's Ulysses that wants to be a song, I think.

Irish homemade beauties
soldiers daughters
am I ay
and whose are you

bootmakers and publicans

I beg your pardon coach
I thought you were a wheelbarrow

they die down dead off their feet
if ever they got a chance
of walking down the Alameda
on an officers arm like me

Sort of reads like early 10,000 Maniacs lyrics; something off Sitting in the Wishing Chair. Maybe I can get my old penpal Natalie to sing this one. To write it, even?


The complete "Songs from Ulysses" series

"The sailors playing all birds fly"
"And the sun shines for you today"
"Half the ships of the world"
"He rests"
"Less reprehensible"
"Restless. Solitary."
"I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea"

Pretty pretty petticoats"
"Music without Words, pray for us"

"SIGNOR MAFFEI: (With a sinister smile)"

"Sad music"

"Monkey puzzle"

"What kind of a present to give"

"Fires in the houses of poor people"

"Christfox in leather trews"

"All future plunges to the past"

"She was humming"

"Silly billies:"

"Happy Happy"

"A sugarsticky girl"

"Everybody eating everyone else"

"Blood not mine"

"Sell your soul for that"

"Over the motley slush"

"My childhood bends"

"Don't you play the giddy ox with me!"


Wheelbarrow images from Chest of Books.

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