Babelfishing Poetry: "Yes, Yes, The New President"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Yes, Yes, The New President"
Hello, how are you? How was your week? We've had a heatwave here lately, temperatures in the 90s F (at least it's a dry heat). But it's never too hot for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Written by famed tunesmiths Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil and made famous in 1963 by Eydie Gormé, this week's song is "Blame It On The Bossa Nova" (listen to Gormé sing the song here). Enjoy.
Yes, Yes, The New President
I dance when I look up.
It looks so sad and embarrassing.
I'm going to jump.
Now I am just a Klingon.
Stay in your Nova pocket to get your magic.
The Nova chief has been criticized for doing a good job.
Oh, it all started with a little dance.
But my reply is in my eyes.
You blame the mysterious new head.
I have my children.
Now, signior cousin?
No, not a new president.
Or the star of the greatest myths?
No, but indeed.
Is it music now?
Yes, yes, the new president.
I am a child.
.
Hello, how are you? How was your week? We've had a heatwave here lately, temperatures in the 90s F (at least it's a dry heat). But it's never too hot for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Written by famed tunesmiths Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil and made famous in 1963 by Eydie Gormé, this week's song is "Blame It On The Bossa Nova" (listen to Gormé sing the song here). Enjoy.
Yes, Yes, The New President
I dance when I look up.
It looks so sad and embarrassing.
I'm going to jump.
Now I am just a Klingon.
Stay in your Nova pocket to get your magic.
The Nova chief has been criticized for doing a good job.
Oh, it all started with a little dance.
But my reply is in my eyes.
You blame the mysterious new head.
I have my children.
Now, signior cousin?
No, not a new president.
Or the star of the greatest myths?
No, but indeed.
Is it music now?
Yes, yes, the new president.
I am a child.
.