Hello! Have you been well since your last visit here? I hope so; well and happy. If not, perhaps this week's Babelfishing poetry (where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as, but not necessarily, Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem) will cheer you up.
And this week it's The Lumineers' gentle ditty, "Ho Hey" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Oh, We're Bleeding
Ho! Hey! Oh, hey!
You should try it.
A sorrow life.
"Bed for the future,"
she said. "And he slept in my bed,"
she said; "and he slept in my bed."
Yeah, my family.
I avoid all the possessive, self-taught blood.
I do not know where he is.
I do not know what the problem is,
but I would like to sing.
You are my heart. Hey!
That said, I do not think.
Now, can we see
Chinatown Bus Company?
I was in the channel, the company,
prior to that, and she stood up.
And now we need to love.
because, oh, we're bleeding.
You belong to me!
My mind is you. Ho!