Babelfishing Poetry: "How Do I Tighten My Component?"
Hello! Would you like to see some more Babelfishing Poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem? You would? Well golly gee, you're in luck, because here it is!
This week's song, chosen at random, is Bruce Springsteen's "
Fire" (listen to Bruce perform it live
here, or watch the Pointer Sisters' video version
here). Enjoy.
How Do I Tighten My Component?
Mr. President, I am in a nice car!
Radio sets, contact, and so on.
He says things, as you said.
But, I don't know, son, I'm lying.
When we verge, fire and mold.
Late night, the name, he is home.
And he said, "Live act!"
I have to say, but I love you the most.
The third dream girl and hid.
When we verge, the fire is at the right hand.
Fire.
There, you can also.
From the beginning you are welcome.
How do I tighten my component?
His security, mobile.
"The stupid ones," he said.
This is a good burn, but nice behind.
Romeo and Juliet.
Three hands and Darryl.
You can bet the children.
The third lawsuit against the head I refused.
The family believed him.
But in other words,
when we verge, a comfortable shot.
Fire!
Spirit and passion.
Control.
.