Hello! Lovely to see you, thank you for stopping by, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already. Hooray! Let's kick off the weekend with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Described as "a father's lament over the devaluation of physical family keepsakes in the digital era," this week's feature is Ariel Pink's hypnagogic pop-styled song "Picture Me Gone" (listen to song here, or, if you dare, watch the really unsettling and creepy official video here). Enjoy.
Flesh. Flesh now.
The body is current.
The apparent give a newborn child.
Are you staying here?
And I love that you touched him.
You can't understand it,
and they'd never help.
Money is still your father's.
I own a shrapnel, self-discipline, other Japanese snakes, iCloud, dead person or deceased.
Only the Great Hall of Ghost is in Mexico.
Download my iPhone.
Flesh leaves the flesh
if you are between 8 and 45 years old.
Give this information to the baby,
in my hometown.