Hello all! Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope, wherever you are, you and your loved ones are safe and warm on this late autumn day. I am recovering from surgery done on Monday and am very glad to be out of the hospital (I had to stay an extra day due to complications). I'm quite exhausted from the ordeal, but not too exhausted to bring you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, experiment with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, by singer-songwriter Joe South, is "Games People Play" (watch video of South playing the song here, or listen to a countrified version by Peggy Sue Webb Wright here, or listen to Southern rockers The Georgia Satellites' version here, or listen to an introspective interpretation by Scottish folkie Dick Gaughan here, or listen to Dolly Parton's chirpy rendition here, or watch a clip of Tom Jones's a-go-go version on live TV here, or listen to Petula Clark sing it here, or listen to Winston Francis' rocksteady version here, or listen to Bob Andy's reggae version here, or, if you haven't had enough reggae yet, watch Inner Circle's video here). Enjoy.
An Insult To The Idea Of The Soil
I think now that the game is at night!
Here, then, you will know that I do not know.
Coastal water Hararghe.
Gloom of Kalsamaanta.
And this, too, as a friend, we stopped our hearts.
We are, we are going down, trust me. You are wrong here.
Please refer to the August 10 weapons.
Keno and an insult to the idea of the soil.
"But," he said, "I'm going to say, 'What do you want?
I remember the stability God gave me.'"
You said yourself, but if you want to, you will be happy.
I cannot stop.
- And - good people - good - very good - la - Shangri-La.
People talk about the game.