Hello! And how are you today? Light and lively? 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? On fleek (do kids even still say that these days?)? Full of beans? Flawless? 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, get silly with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's randomly chosen feature is experimental rock band Dirty Projectors' "Stillness Is The Move" (described by Rolling Stone as "a bunch of arty white indie kids get their R&B on;" watch video here). Enjoy.
Are You Crazy? Bed-Crazy?
What do you want?
I don't know what to say.
That I have never sorrowed? I'm dying, I'm sad, I'm dying?
I don't know.
For indeed, it can't be chosen, but falls:
She's a little bat'leth.
You can imagine a table in the dining room,
in backcountry districts.
What should we say?
I already know.
What's his fault?
There was nothing we could do.
I know that guy.
The flight has been postponed.
There are no survivors on the planet, you idiot; are you crazy? Bed-crazy?
Are there no revellers?
I've done this kind of action, but I don't know, so?
Where are you sleeping?
Where would you like to sit?
Where is here?
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