The ventilators rise and leave city.

We've been trying to publish this post since Friday but something on Blogger wasn't letting us. We'll have a more up-to-date blog to post with some pictures from Addilyn's birthday party to share later this week. Enjoy!

This is Tyler and I don't have much to say, so instead I've done something that a coworker and I used to do at Siggins when we were boredish. I've taken the lyrics to a song (The Distance by Cake) which all of you of my generation should know (and if you don't you should get to know because it's a pretty good song), Enyahow, I translated these lyrics into Spanish and then back into English. The results are pretty comical and since you all don't typically like these fun sort of things I've highlighted some of my favorite bits. Enjoy.


Lyrics to Cake's song "The Distance"
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags go up. Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank. Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns. Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn. As they speed through the finish, the flags go down. The fans get up and they get out of town. The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone In her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, He's going the distance. No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade. She's hoping in time that her memories will fade. Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone In her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance.


Lyrics after being translated into Spanish and then back to English.
Bent reluctant in the line that begins, motors that pump and that strike heavy in time. The green light flashes, the flags goes for above. Beaten and burning itself, they yearn for for the cup. Capably they maneuver and muscle for the row, fuel that is burned quickly in an empty tank. Imprudent and wild, they spill with the returns. Its value is powerful and secretly stearn. Whereas they hurry with the end, the flags go down. The ventilators rise and leave city. The sand is empty with the exception of a man, to lead immovable and to make an effort as quickly as it can. The sun has gone down and the moon has been coming for above, and wishes for somebody to the left with the cup. But it is that he leads and who makes an effort and that embraces the returns. And thinking about somebody for whom he still he burns himself. It goes the distance. It goes for the speed. It is all single one at her time of the necessity. Because it is that he competes with and of establishment of the step and that draws up of the course, he is that he fights and biting and mounting in his horse, he goes the distance. No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, something frequents it that it cannot define. Intestino-sacudariendo earthquakes of the doubt and the remorse, invádalo, empalan it with the force of the monster-car. In his mind, he still is leading, still that makes the degree. It is hoping in the time that descoloran their memories want. Cause he is that it competes with and establishing the step and drawing up of the course, he is that it fights and who bites and that mounts in its horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has been coming for above, and wishes for somebody to the left with the cup. But it is that he makes an effort and who leads and that embraces the returns. And thinking about somebody for whom he still he burns himself. Cause he goes the distance. It goes for the speed. It is all single one at her time of the necessity. Because it is that he competes with and of establishment of the step and that draws up of the course, it is that he fights and who bites and that mounts in its horse. He is that he competes with and establishing the step and drawing up of the course, he is that he fights and who bites and that mounts in its horse. It goes the distance. It goes for the speed. It goes the distance.

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