Hello! And how are you today? Good? Yes? No? Me, I'm not so hot. Too many medical appointments lately. Not fun. But that won't stand in the way of delivering to you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, "Another Story," is from indie folk-rockers The Head and the Heart (watch video here). Enjoy.
The Manager Of The Lost
He can only be burned during the kireplache.
Just listen to everyone dream
his music. Please expect to be
a musical instrument strum of all normal.
He saw the world,
a world that had come back for help.
And anywhere in the sky,
behind a hungry wolf howl, are you either?
Music producer, I want a small zone.
Is it possible to obtain a judgment
against the discipline of the first?
Another story, I am in my foot.
He is in charge and the head of a boy,
the manager of the lost.
The bad anxiety of all, he touched me.
But teachers destroy my life.
It is the only one.
Obviously we are having a ball of destruction.
I get up in the sunset, which was always
a round neck.
It is the only one,
as we all see.
I was always up at sunset
than just in the rain.
Bad that impressed me was all anxiety,
the oldest son.
For the first field, can I get the referee?