Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump* Let's enjoy 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 Japanese female prog-rock band Tricot's "Artsick" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Put It In Your Head, I Say
Kill; don't kill.
You say I have to go home.
Racing always makes me dirty.
It should always be avoided
so as not to fall off.
He said, "Cleavage,"
And it's not just art;
I've been waiting for a long time.
Put it in your head, I say; keep shaking.
I get confused all the time
when I bring up traps and pitfalls.
. . . No?