*DIES*
.
Oh man... Phil showed me this site...
http://notalwaysright.com/i-tremble-for-our-children/484
BEST. COMEBACK. EVER.
There's a lot hilarity on that site, too. XD
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(EDIT:)Stolen from walkwiththedead.
1. Randomly pick a song from your music library.
2. Find the lyrics for the first four verses/chorus.
3. Go to Google(or babelfish) translation and translate the lyrics from English to German.
4. Take the new German lyrics and translate them into French.
5. Take the new French lyrics and translate them into English.
6. Post the NEW English lyrics and have people guess the original song.
"Sight of tunnel blindly,
control my thoughts me obsessed,
being gap an uncertainty
during my heart.
Illusions of my orientation,
lost of all l hope to leave resistant,
suit you to the operation.
Of the ordering of the dark desire,
go me by the night.
Me try to close it to the bottom,
you leave me in with the dust.
It does not matter to which I found,
can rather never receive.
Impetuous activities of the mental disease, Impulsive secularity attached for the not easily assignable rest exit of my orientation.
Voyages by the sector and the time,
(of the bodies, understanding outside)
An orientation my turns a constant movement.
A long time to spin go to interior
approximately and approximately,
(I can't, I can't made go)
Can't there, here, do not can the light see.
(Downwards drops some by the night)
Extending you everywhere to seek on the left, towards the line seeking.
(With do interior, I fight cannot more one adjustment of panic)
When become focus itself this flame to burn more and more in the night formation of blisters developed this end?
If you accelerate, move
(places it, to run up and burn, haven't one time received to waste)
planning not to decrease to worsen you, move you
(if me indeed? )
There learns exit do not turn here nowhere never an.
Obsessed nostalgia of Burning alienated requirements learning thought occasional from(WTF?!)
The clean disturbance wasteland dispersed to be me.
Tattered more ???? of memories what used,
apocalyptic delay of direction us meet again of!
Voyages by the sector and the time,
(of the bodies, an understanding outside)
an orientation my turns a constant movement.
To spin goes to interior approximately and approximately,
(I can't I can' made go)
Can't this flame to burn in the night, formation of blisters.
Voyages by the sector and the time,
(of the bodies, an understanding outside)
An orientation my turns a constant movement more and more to spin goes to interior approximately and approximately.
(I can't I can't made go)
Can't this flame to burn Can't wheels to turn.
Voyages the sector and time,
(you receive him and me received my)
An orientation my turn a constant movement to spin go to interior approximately and approximately
(I can't I can't made go)
Can't this flame to burn more and more in the night formation of blisters."
GOOD LORD. I had to use Babelfish, because Google's drop-down menus don't work for me. But... man, few people on my flist would know the song even with the original lyrics, but DAMN. Babelfish = on crack. o_O
Well, it makes at least as much sense as anything Kurt Cobain wrote. XD
*ZING!*
.
Oh man... Phil showed me this site...
http://notalwaysright.com/i-tremble-for-our-children/484
BEST. COMEBACK. EVER.
There's a lot hilarity on that site, too. XD
///////
(EDIT:)Stolen from walkwiththedead.
1. Randomly pick a song from your music library.
2. Find the lyrics for the first four verses/chorus.
3. Go to Google(or babelfish) translation and translate the lyrics from English to German.
4. Take the new German lyrics and translate them into French.
5. Take the new French lyrics and translate them into English.
6. Post the NEW English lyrics and have people guess the original song.
"Sight of tunnel blindly,
control my thoughts me obsessed,
being gap an uncertainty
during my heart.
Illusions of my orientation,
lost of all l hope to leave resistant,
suit you to the operation.
Of the ordering of the dark desire,
go me by the night.
Me try to close it to the bottom,
you leave me in with the dust.
It does not matter to which I found,
can rather never receive.
Impetuous activities of the mental disease, Impulsive secularity attached for the not easily assignable rest exit of my orientation.
Voyages by the sector and the time,
(of the bodies, understanding outside)
An orientation my turns a constant movement.
A long time to spin go to interior
approximately and approximately,
(I can't, I can't made go)
Can't there, here, do not can the light see.
(Downwards drops some by the night)
Extending you everywhere to seek on the left, towards the line seeking.
(With do interior, I fight cannot more one adjustment of panic)
When become focus itself this flame to burn more and more in the night formation of blisters developed this end?
If you accelerate, move
(places it, to run up and burn, haven't one time received to waste)
planning not to decrease to worsen you, move you
(if me indeed? )
There learns exit do not turn here nowhere never an.
Obsessed nostalgia of Burning alienated requirements learning thought occasional from(WTF?!)
The clean disturbance wasteland dispersed to be me.
Tattered more ???? of memories what used,
apocalyptic delay of direction us meet again of!
Voyages by the sector and the time,
(of the bodies, an understanding outside)
an orientation my turns a constant movement.
To spin goes to interior approximately and approximately,
(I can't I can' made go)
Can't this flame to burn in the night, formation of blisters.
Voyages by the sector and the time,
(of the bodies, an understanding outside)
An orientation my turns a constant movement more and more to spin goes to interior approximately and approximately.
(I can't I can't made go)
Can't this flame to burn Can't wheels to turn.
Voyages the sector and time,
(you receive him and me received my)
An orientation my turn a constant movement to spin go to interior approximately and approximately
(I can't I can't made go)
Can't this flame to burn more and more in the night formation of blisters."
GOOD LORD. I had to use Babelfish, because Google's drop-down menus don't work for me. But... man, few people on my flist would know the song even with the original lyrics, but DAMN. Babelfish = on crack. o_O
Well, it makes at least as much sense as anything Kurt Cobain wrote. XD
*ZING!*
.