Yoshimi Fights the Robot Roz, First Part (Flaming Lips)

Language: Greek

It's late, and my throat hurts, and I can't think of anything clever to say except to note that we're all, technically, part vitamins, which probably isn't all that clever either. Oh, and: I have trouble reading this without thinking about Hurricane Katrina, of all things, for reasons which may or may not be obvious.

-Jessi

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Her name is Yoshimi.
Karate is a black area
that functions for the city.
Should it discipline her body
because it knows that
she requires it?
Overcome those bad machines;
I know it can defeat them.

Oh Yoshimi, they don't consider me,
won't; leave those robots to overcome me.
Oh Yoshimi, don't they consider me, that
won't leave? But those robots come over to me.

That bad-natured robot,
this catastrophe program: I am us. I
should fight this; I'm powerful. I
take this. I am part vitamin. Thus, I . . . .
Because I know that this
will be tragic, I
gain if that villain robot – (I,
I know this.)

Oh Yoshimi, they don't consider me,
won't; leave those robots to overcome me.
Oh Yoshimi, don't they consider me, that
won't leave? But eat me, Yoshimi. To the robots!

Because that, she knows,
would be tragic.
If bad robots gain those,
their cans know defeat.

Yoshimi, they don't consider me,
won't; leave those robots to overcome me.
Yoshimi, they don't consider me,
won't; leave those robots to overcome me.
Oh Yoshimi, don't they consider me, that
won't leave? But eat me, Yoshimi. To the robots!
Oh Yoshimi, don't they consider me, that
won't leave? But eat me, Yoshimi. To the robots!
Yoshimi . . . .