Hello! FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!! WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO-HOO!!!!!! Wow, more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, get goofy with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Alt-country band Willard Grant Conspiracy brings us this week's song, "Drunkard's Prayer" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
I Put Up A Glass Of Juice
This night, with people praying,
deep hole in which there is a sleep, and my head.
Embarrassment and bad
knee, but not bright waterfall.
Shame, as a mirror of the acts
and all that I have seen, reflects.
It is not the movement of whiskey's blood,
A catalogue of crime.
Do you want? You want.
Everything I see is my mother.
My father is blind and Remo.
And the first step is to overcome, and he gave gifts to all,
such as all types of devices.
He said, "I told you the story.
Reward was the object of my visit."
I put up a glass of juice.
I'm going to do it, and I am excited.
I saw that I wasn't
coming back to the one as a mechanic.
And he said, "Behold, we go up.
Behold, we shall be saved."