OK, boys and girls, ready or not, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today, by special request from The Jan, it's King Crimson's "The Court Of The Crimson King" (watch a live performance of the song here). Enjoy.
The Dance Of The Smile Puppets
Rusty chains, the Moon prison,
wreck because the Sun.
The other path, Camino horizon,
Piper sports red and green melodies,
a movement of the bipo-type song.
"Three songs in bed with antique," said
Red Playboy; 11 Kings scored.
The city of Jkanan Keys,
the dream of dog dirt blinds.
Pilgrims hope to cover
Music ruined black funeral March
in the autumn of brass, then he fell boldly to your eardrum.
Returning witch invokes the light.
Deep red council protects the King.
Dirty exit perennial,
trample scenes of Heaven and Earth.
Landscape of superficial pursuit boats,
acid sweet, taste the wind.
Pattern juggler raises his hand,
beginning orchestral Prima Vista band.
Honen's Empress, society pride-pride land.
Huitong King colors no one.
O movement in early part of howling grey.
He's sometimes Eet Muul Aiko, clever a joke to us.
Corrosion signals, perhaps; my opinion is
A small ox tress on movement speed,
soft code gas.
The dance of the smile puppets.
Crimson Eleven King to score.