Babelfishing Poetry: "Soft Shrubland"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Soft Shrubland"
The dishwasher finally got fixed yesterday. But there's been more fun! The kitchen sink has been leaking ever since the garbage disposal got replaced! And I didn't know it until yesterday morning! I'd had the foresight to put a large plastic tub underneath the drain pipe to catch any drips, so at least the water was contained and not all over the bottom of the cabinet. But still, a big mess to clean up.
Maintenance also dealt with a couple of other, miscellaneous repairs at the same time, so let's hope I'm good to go for reals now. And to celebrate, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, goof around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature is the old Scottish folk song "The Water Is Wide" (watch video of Irish alto Maura O'Connell perform the song live here, or listen to The King's Singers' version here, or listen to Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul and Mary, gently sing the song here, or listen to a stately version by the English folk-rock band Steeleye Span here, or listen to Welsh singer Charlotte Church's crystalline version here, or listen to Japanese acoustic guitarist Masaaki Kishibe's contemplative rendition here). Enjoy.
Soft Shrubland
It's watery.
I am an airplane.
I completed my unreasonable dictatorship,
a selfish man, a cavalryman.
Currently it is a hot spring.
Others spend as much money as possible,
but not in the depths of my love.
I don't know what to do, and so on.
Shrubland fusion to soft shrubland.
Take a beautiful woman who wears a sword, and others.
I insert my fingers into the bone,
the nation's swordsmanship.
So your mind started to enjoy my mind.
My lord, I know, my lord, and your thighs with reduction.
That is the huge crowd of big crowds,
winter heavenly flowering time.
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The dishwasher finally got fixed yesterday. But there's been more fun! The kitchen sink has been leaking ever since the garbage disposal got replaced! And I didn't know it until yesterday morning! I'd had the foresight to put a large plastic tub underneath the drain pipe to catch any drips, so at least the water was contained and not all over the bottom of the cabinet. But still, a big mess to clean up.
Maintenance also dealt with a couple of other, miscellaneous repairs at the same time, so let's hope I'm good to go for reals now. And to celebrate, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, goof around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature is the old Scottish folk song "The Water Is Wide" (watch video of Irish alto Maura O'Connell perform the song live here, or listen to The King's Singers' version here, or listen to Mary Travers, of Peter, Paul and Mary, gently sing the song here, or listen to a stately version by the English folk-rock band Steeleye Span here, or listen to Welsh singer Charlotte Church's crystalline version here, or listen to Japanese acoustic guitarist Masaaki Kishibe's contemplative rendition here). Enjoy.
Soft Shrubland
It's watery.
I am an airplane.
I completed my unreasonable dictatorship,
a selfish man, a cavalryman.
Currently it is a hot spring.
Others spend as much money as possible,
but not in the depths of my love.
I don't know what to do, and so on.
Shrubland fusion to soft shrubland.
Take a beautiful woman who wears a sword, and others.
I insert my fingers into the bone,
the nation's swordsmanship.
So your mind started to enjoy my mind.
My lord, I know, my lord, and your thighs with reduction.
That is the huge crowd of big crowds,
winter heavenly flowering time.
.