Ligature
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| Ligature | |
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| Genre | Noise Rock |
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| Length | 4:03 |
| Year | 1991-1993 |
| Original poster | Guglielm |
| Search started | 2014 |
| File:Ligature.mp3 | |
Ligature is an unidentified noise rock song that recites lyrics from the poem Finnegan's Wake by James Joyce. It was tagged as being by the band Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments, though this is unlikely.
Background
On February 17th, 2014, the song was first uploaded to WatZatSong by user Guglielm, who states in his post that the song was internally tagged as being by the punk band Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments, even though their sound is not similar to this song and the song is not featured on any of their albums.[1]
The lyrics are a passage from James Joyce's 1939 novel Finnegans Wake,[2] which is considered one of the most difficult works of literature to understand.[3]
Based on the OP's other found songs, this song was most likely recorded between 1991 and 1993, and recorded from the WFMU New Jersey radio station.[4]
Lyrics
| Presumed Lyrics |
| Petty constable Sistersen of the Kruis-Kroon-Kraal it was, the
parochial watch, big the dog the dig the bog the bagger the dugger the begadag degabug, who had been detailed from pollute stoties to save him, this the quemquem, that the quum, from the ligatureliablous effects of foul clay in little clots and mobmauling on looks, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot an eveling near the livingsmeansuniumgetherum, Knockmaree, Comty Mea, reel- ing more to the right than he lurched to the left, on his way from a protoprostitute (he would always have a (stp!) little pigeoness somewhure with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt) just as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times under a hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship through his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring? Sergo, search me, the incapable reparteed with a selfevitant subtlety so obviously spurious and, raising his hair, after the grace, with the christmas under his clutcharm, for Portsymasser and Purtsymessus and Pertsymiss and Partsymasters, like a prance of findingos, with a shillto shallto slipny stripny, in he skittled. Swikey! |