Language: Russian
This was one of the first ones I thought of, but it took a really long time to do and was kind of a pain in the ass. A long series of short statements is rough, because either Babelpop will just flip a couple words around and call it done, or it'll scramble everything so thoroughly that things wind up three lines away from where they started: there doesn't seem to be any middle ground at all. However, I'm not unhappy with the way it turned out.
-Jessi
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each one knows that they are loaded screws
each rolls up crossed fingers
each knows the war's above that
each one knows the lost good guys
each one knows the fight was fixed
by the poor (stay poor),
rich people get rich
that'll be how it goes
each one knows
each one knows, that boat flows
each one knows that its captain lies down
each one broken, obtained this feeling
as if their true father died, or their dog,
each pockets their speaking
each one wants the chocolate box
and a long raised rod
each one knows
each one knows that you love me baby,
each one that makes you actually known.
each one knows that you were accurate,
or you assume a night or two of pliability
each one knows you're discreet, therefore
they were. you must meet many people exactly
without your clothing and
each one knows
each one knows, each knows
which as it goes
each one knows
each one knows, each knows
which as it goes
each one knows me
each one now knows that it's never, or
each one knows that it's by me, or by you
each one knows that you live forever
when you've made two lines.
each one knows the cotton will matter,
still picking rotten old blackjoes
for your ribbons
and union, and
I know each one.
each one that the plague knows, comes.
each one knows that she's moving rapidly
each one knows that the naked men and women
are shining the past artifacts,
each one knows the deadly places. So it is that there will be
a meter on your bed: it will show what will be.
Each one knows me.
Each one knows that you find anxiety,
each one knows you to the end.
From the blood on top of Golgotha, cross
to Malibu Beach.
Each one knows isolation will be coming, that
takes most of one heart's sacred view
before it blows
and each one knows
each one knows, each knows
which as it goes
each one knows
Oh, it is what each one knows, each knows
which as it goes
each one knows
each one knows
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
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