Hello! Lovely to see you, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already, hooray! And Friday means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, revise the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song comes from bluegrass-country-folk-rock-indie band The Avett Brothers' 2009 album of the same name, "I And Love And You" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Sugar Waste
Remember, a tax on cars and paint,
of blood and bag snatchers.
I know what you're saying;
we go to the north.
One is to maintain a strong.
But, no, I paid for it.
Next, I am me, and services
return.
Brooklyn, Brooklyn is a claw.
Scout has a big room for doubt in the case.
It would be nice in my hand.
It is a clean stream of Brooklyn of the nail.
"When you start, I'm English," I said.
Judge, Word War,
the adverse drug reactions.
The hand is a waste of time and truth.
Yes, sugar waste.
If I were to say three words in devient
you will love it.
And, today,
also found in the area.
He said: "Not yet, not attack.
Class action because of the Earth's wildlife."
Main and Courrier Dao on foot.
He saw the head of the organization.
If I were to say three words in devient,
and how I love Elman Download.
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