Hello! And how are you today? Bright and breezy? Cheeky and cheerful? Chipper? Top-notch? Super-duper? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? Full of sunshine? Rarin' to go? Just ducky? Full of ginger? Ready to face the day? Hunky-dory? In the swim? Peachy-keen? On the ball? Up to snuff? A-OK? Copacetic? Right on? Cooking with gas? Spiffy? Okey-dokey? First-class? Capital? Fly? All of those put together? None of the above? No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is Boston "Hitch A Ride" (which may be a heretofore unknown treat for those who only know of Boston by their monster hit "More Than A Feeling") (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Soprano Metal Rod
New York night.
Eat smoke, water, sputum, soldiers, and Sapporo.
Soprano metal rod.
Who is born in life?
Just like a cold,
come follow me.
Personal words.
I used tapes and lost them.
Let's run.
Go to another page.
Allow everyone.
I do not think it will change.
I will go to the beech
Sunday afternoon.
Think freely.
He is awkward.
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