Babelfishing Poetry: "A Singer In The Newspaper"
Babelfishing Poetry: "A Singer In The Newspaper"
Howdy! It's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is Hank Ballard and the Midnighters' 1960 hit "Let's Go, Let's Go, Let's Go" (also known as "There's a Thrill on The Hill"), in which a fun song about a party is quickly turned dark by the Babelfishing process (listen to song here). Enjoy.
A Singer In The Newspaper
A unique hand.
Tribble realizes this.
Gou Wu is really dead; he died innocently and unwillingly.
Two godly floors.
In other places, newspapers.
You will eat your jaw; you will eat it.
We are open-minded.
We will go away,
a self-reliant society.
A voice sound that is similar to that of
a singer in the newspaper.
Chin, chin, chin, chin, etc.
'Tis true indeed,
we do everything to ourselves.
Come, my lord.
Come on, night.
You know that this is the situation.
This is a sympathy.
When he hears this other pound,
Tokusato Boolean consciousness has arrived.
.
Howdy! It's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is Hank Ballard and the Midnighters' 1960 hit "Let's Go, Let's Go, Let's Go" (also known as "There's a Thrill on The Hill"), in which a fun song about a party is quickly turned dark by the Babelfishing process (listen to song here). Enjoy.
A Singer In The Newspaper
A unique hand.
Tribble realizes this.
Gou Wu is really dead; he died innocently and unwillingly.
Two godly floors.
In other places, newspapers.
You will eat your jaw; you will eat it.
We are open-minded.
We will go away,
a self-reliant society.
A voice sound that is similar to that of
a singer in the newspaper.
Chin, chin, chin, chin, etc.
'Tis true indeed,
we do everything to ourselves.
Come, my lord.
Come on, night.
You know that this is the situation.
This is a sympathy.
When he hears this other pound,
Tokusato Boolean consciousness has arrived.
.