Oh Cesium, oh Cesium,
Thy spectrum doth us please-ium.
Thy sky-blue lines in plasma's fire,
Do dreams of icy lakes inspire.
Oh Cesium, oh Cesium,
Thy spectrum doth us please-ium.
Oh Cesium, oh Cesium,
When held, you never freeze-ium.
Thy gently smoking silver spheres,
When dropped in water, please the ears.
Oh Cesium, oh Cesium,
When held, you never freeze-ium.
Oh Cesium, oh Cesium,
You put us at our ease-ium.
You tend the seconds of the day,
So that our watches never stray
Oh Cesium, oh Cesium,
You put us at our ease-ium.
Yesterday
Yesterday.
I had Cesium with which to play
Now all my fingers have been blown away.
By cesium, since yesterday.
Yesterday.
Her sky blue flame appeared to light my way.
Now the world seems so cold and gray.
My eyes are dim since yesterday.
Why she had to blow,
I don't know,
They wouldn't say.
I used water wrong,
And my skin dissolved away.
Yesterday.
Her path seemed such an easy way.
Now I know that there's a price to pay.
Oh, I believed just yesterday.
---Songs of Cesium #117
Soon after the publication of the above translation
A mysterious monkey paid a call and pointedly insisted
that the translation of SOC #117 (Yesterday) from the Cesish was seriously
flawed, particularly in the second stanza, and offered a corrected
version, which I supply without further comment.
RN
Yesterday
Yesterday,
I had Cesium with which to play.
Now all my fingers have been blown away.
And silence reigns since yesterday.
Suddenly,
I'm just half the man I used to be.
I have no eyes with which to see.
My legs have parted company.
Why she had to blow,
I don't know,
I can only say.
Something went awful wrong,
In the waterbed where we lay.
Yesterday,
Her sky blue path seemed such an easy way.
Now I know there is a price to pay.
Oh, I believed just yesterday.
---Songs of Cesium #117(b)
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'Lectropositive Mama
(tune, Lady Madonna)
'Letropositive mama,
Cesium on your meat,
Wonder how you manage,
To stay on your feet.
How d'ya stand the smokin'?
How d'ya 'bide the flame?
Do you think that life's just
A burnin' game.
Monday night your hunger's a blue fire,
Tuesday morn' you're cookin' 'fore the sun.
Wednesday rain, you're only flamin' higher,
Having your fun.
'Lectropositive mama,
Cinders in your curls,
No way can compare you,
To ordinary girls.
Likin' the explosions,
Rock you on your seat.
How can any woman handle
All that heat?
Rate me, if you liked.
