Hey peeps, I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms? I hope not, I really do, because that would be terrible. I hope you're in the mood for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is from REM's 1987 album Document. I listened to it constantly when it came out and it helped me get through a very rough time in my life back then. So without further ado, here's "Finest Worksong" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Climbing Time
Climbing time.
If you want to sort,
I just got here.
The best song I've heard,
most of the time.
Another option is taken very seriously.
A heavy-set index,
current hope.
You want to change, I did not require.
Best husband, most of the times.
Dominated. Get your intuition,
if you want to sort.
And we need
a mix of confusion occurred.
Sorry, most of the times.
Most of the time.
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