EwokABdevito - Late Night Poem 4 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Droning like a hacksaw describing
The ukulele tones of a vibrant soul
Even the non-musically inclined are virtuosos
In discursive patterns of musically abstracted idiosyncracy
A bully is a drummer; but so is an athlete and a Yogi.
Politicians are 'strings'
I wish I was a saxophone like Joe Strummer
Or better better a bee with a microphone
Like Kurt Cobain
I take it back, politicians can't be 'strings' because music doesn't lie
They are more like a cacophony of auctioneer crys
filtered through a wall of wet mud

At the onset of introspection
Thoughts are chimes
Prayer is wind hitting the mouth of a jug
Prayer's stray and a jew's harp kicks in.
If only I was Music!
Clarinet Tongue
Aeolian gaze
Frech Horn brow
Cello posture
Didgeridoo Spine
Iris trombones; all kinds of 'Phones'!
Sound is a splash in time
The ripples never die.