{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"Poor Yorick by The Ark Phoenix Project • Audius","description":"If we seem buffoons\nIt's just because\nCompared with your face of stone\nWe are restless bones\nClimbing upstairs upside down\nTo break your throne\n\nIf we are sad sadistic clowns\nIt's just because\nWe drank deep of hebenon\nEven from the moist kings crowns\nTheir scarce hair, dyed green, as they frowned\nWith the unknown poison\n\nWe have just a last resort\nIf we decide to fight the vogue\nAs long as our sword is our tongue\nLet's yowl and joke and so forth\n\nAll!\n the!\n jes!\nters! \nhanging in the rope!\nSociety denies jugglers and jokes\nBones in a common pit...beneath the slope\nWhere once our language was wicked hop\nWhen even Poor Yorick used to talk!\n\nA Spook Oddfellow that hooks the lover\nNow is looked as a book judged by the cover\nHard to find a pooka in the cliffs of Moher\nas hard as meet Poor Tom in the white cliffs of Dover\nA fool always becomes his own four leaf clover\n\nWe have just a last resort\nIf we decide to fight the vogue\nAs long as our sword is our tongue\nLet's yowl and joke and so forth\nAnd so forth\n\nAll! \nthe! \njo!\nkers!\n are bored without task!\nAcrobats buried elephants without tusks\nSo, what a circus without a clown\nSo, what a kingdom of fools carrying crowns\nWhen not even Poor Yorick use to talk!\n\nAll! \nthe! \njes!\nters!\n hanging in the rope!\nSociety denies jugglers and jokes\nBones in a common pit...beneath the slope\nWhere once our language was wicked hop\nWhen even Poor Yorick used to talk!\n\nPoor Yorick and Poor Tom heard the call\nPlease, Poor Tom don't let Poor Yorick fall\n\nTraduccion Al Castellano\n\nPobre Yorick\n\nSi parecemos bufones \nEs solo porque \nComparados con tu cara de piedra \nSomos huesos inquietos \nSubiendo escaleras cabeza abajo \nPara romper tu trono \n\nSi somos tristes payasos sádicos \nEs solo porque \nBebimos abundante hebenón \nIncluso de las húmedas coronas de los reyes \nSu escaso pelo, teñido de verde, mientras fruncían el ceño \nAnte el veneno desconocido \n\nSolo nos queda un último recurso \nSi decidimos luchar contra la moda \nMientras nuestra espada sea nuestra lengua \nAullaremos y bromearemos y así sucesivamente \n\n¡Todos! \n¡los! \n¡bu! \n¡fones! \n¡colgando de la soga! \nLa sociedad niega a malabaristas y bromas \nHuesos en una fosa común… bajo la pendiente \nDonde antes nuestro lenguaje era perfido lupulo\nCuando incluso el Pobre Yorick solía hablar \n\nUn Compañero Espectral que engancha al amante \nAhora es visto como un libro juzgado por la portada \nDifícil hallar un pooka en los acantilados de Moher \nTan difícil c","html":"","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://val017.open-audio-validator.com/content/baeaaaiqsebyvb6qd7zg5qrrchodi2bmrzmgpimx27x5taogzr6vh5zy64jabe/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"The Ark Phoenix Project","author_url":"https://audius.co/Thearkphoenixproject","cache_age":3600}