The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

That's right, it's poetry time! some you may have seen before, a few from the archive, and some fresh of the translation assembly by Martian Knives INC!

On the beach

No one asks me if I like the air
Yet I’m filled with it by her kiss
Throw me away and I’ll fly
Through the air, catch me by my skin

Like a bird in the sky
Gentle breeze move me with a sigh
Toward the sea, where I’ll float
On the water, I’m a beachball.


Like a fish in the water

Swim! Swim for your life!
The shark is behind you
The moment is now, shiver
In fear, the shark is coming

Snap! Snapping at your tail!
The shark is behind you,
High time, dive down
The shark is coming!

Quick! Down to the bottom!
The shark is behind you,
The time is now, crawl
Away, the shark is coming!

Angry! Angry he looks around!
The shark was behind you
Stay still now, don’t you
Move, the shark was coming!

Seven

God eats furry creatures
Surely they’ve seen the dead hamsters cast from heaven?

Gold, gold, all glistering gold. Blind on the road.

Not a flock of birds can carry the dead to heaven
In hell the devil waits for a skeleton key
That unlocks the gates that bar the earth from falling into hell.
And everywhere, no matter what happens,
The guinea pigs will continue to cast dead hamsters from heaven.

Those few that die and go to hell, those are the unlucky ones.
Those that would torture their little brothers and sisters
Rape their children and burn their parents.
Those are the unlucky ones, who will not be cast from heaven.
Back to earth, where the madness lies in waiting.
On the road the hell, you will find only good intentions.
In heaven, it’s gold, all glistering gold.

They are blind on the road,
Keeping away from good intentions.
The ship will steer away from the sea
And wreck on the rocky coast of heaven
Where God will eat them and his porridge
They are lucky number seven.

Seven sins, seven virtues.
Eaten by the all powerful God of hunger
Still the beating of the hamsters,
Those that smash into the earth,
Cause earthquakes and shattered hearts.

In skyscrapers filled with simple minds
There is a cubicle of bottomless desire.
That is where the mind of the flawless one resides
Lucky number seven, on the streets far below
Is killed by a falling hamster.



Okay, so there is more, but it's all way to gloomy to spoil this place with.