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The babble fish speaks words quite quick His sly tongue moves with a click Such elaborate stories he spins out And none leave you with a trace of doubt Some speak of joy some speak of woe And yet we all believe in this spectacular show He is so convincing, and so pristine His rhythms and rhymes, visions of a dream For each word spoken writes your fate He becomes the candidate for your state Such grace it is when he kisses your guppies heads Oh what grace it is when he sold your guppies to the feds But we’ve trusted the babble fish for so long Why would he write lies where promises belong? Oh we trusted him with a heart of pure gold Yes we trusted him with our eyes, so old But that’s just it isn’t it, the story to tell? It is a well-made charade, it’s a spell For those who trust the babble fish Always happen to find their lives amiss Blinded by truth, they never come out They’ve lost their brains, it’s without a doubt Their hero’s façade is dead and gone And still the babble fish, babbles on.
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Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
The Babble Fish
The babble fish speaks words quite quick His sly tongue moves with a click Such elaborate stories he spins out And none leave you with a trace of doubt Some speak of joy some speak of woe And yet we all believe in this spectacular show He is so convincing, and so pristine His rhythms and rhymes, visions of a dream For each word spoken writes your fate He becomes the candidate for your state Such grace it is when he kisses your guppies heads Oh what grace it is when he sold your guppies to the feds But we’ve trusted the babble fish for so long Why would he write lies where promises belong? Oh we trusted him with a heart of pure gold Yes we trusted him with our eyes, so old But that’s just it isn’t it, the story to tell? It is a well-made charade, it’s a spell For those who trust the babble fish Always happen to find their lives amiss Blinded by truth, they never come out They’ve lost their brains, it’s without a doubt Their hero’s façade is dead and gone And still the babble fish, babbles on.
asha-nicole
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Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
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