It's Christmas! It seems like a minute ago it was Thanksgiving. How on Earth did that happen? It's a mystery to me. (I am mystified easily.) Well, anyway, being Friday as well as Christmas, 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, tart the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's Greg Lake's "I Believe in Father Christmas" (listen to song here, or listen to soprano Sarah Brightman sing it here). Enjoy.
Worthy Of Denmark's Christmas
It is standing or snow.
Ownership of no. 3 personal peace,
but only him.
When the veil of the virgin tears,
the first Christmas morning is
winter chorus and lighting technology.
St. Birthday Bark and Japanese drum core specimen centre,
gorgeous, and fire in front of the eyes.
Jealousy, no credit, no dream company.
Restful night stores supply our static to me.
Then he comes to a legend,
but letter of evidence Israel.
I am Santa Claus, but believed.
And heaven and Earth are excited.
Wake up, I am one of the window to a dawn-yawn.
There is no window.
If you are a xismas,
do you want new year? We have to be brave.
Sad and painful,
this is a man, and your mind is clear.
It is Christmas or snow;
third of all is peace.
Noel, o heaven and Earth, the gods, perhaps, or this could be hell,
worthy of Denmark's Christmas.