Friday = more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today, Coldplay's "Clocks" (watch video and read lyrics here) gets Babelfished.
The Sea Will Swim Against Me
Light,
I go out,
will not be saved.
The sea will swim
against me
and my knees.
He tried.
Oh, I beg you please
to speak; singing,
if things do not come out saying.
Shoot an apple on my head.
It seems tame,
not a problem
until you call
the tigers.
He does not stop
the violence.
Closing walls and
ticking clocks.
Takes you back home.
I could not stop,
already known.
Singing: for me, going
to the beach, far
from the potential curse.
I am part
of the treatment,
I am part
of this disease.
Oh,
nothing compares.
Another will be
compared.
Home,
want to go
home.