Hello all! Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope, wherever you are, you're doing as well as possible on this late summer day. And I also hope you are ready for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, from indie rocker Mitski, is "Your Best American Girl" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Blood Chongag Mama
So, do what you want; I want to compete.
Unfortunately, not many vessels.
He is against those who do not; I am the bigosnis.
They say they cannot see at night.
But first I heard a bird.
I'm a month of stars now.
But the arms at night, birds chirping on Monday.
No, how can I do this to me or I will go!
Blood-mother taught me to listen to her,
The United States is once again the United States Jr.
It is p, and money for their trust to help him understand that IA always clamp the color.
That was you?
This is all bad.
Blood chongag Mama taught me that room.
But that would be nice.
Jr once again, the United Nations and the United Nations.
Women understand what I'm trying to help her.