Babelfishing Poetry: You Can Return It
Babelfishing Poetry: You Can Return It
It's time again (where has the week gone?) for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This time it's Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Still You Turn Me On" (video here), providing some reassurance during this gift-giving season.
You Can Return It
Not an angel,
you'll be a star?
You want to play some magic
on my guitar?
Want to be a poet?
Will you show me a necklace?
I'll tell you the number.
You can be anything.
You see, you really
do not matter
when you're buried
in a dress of dark glass
on your eyes,
even if the meat was developed.
However,
you can return it.
It's time again (where has the week gone?) for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This time it's Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Still You Turn Me On" (video here), providing some reassurance during this gift-giving season.
You Can Return It
Not an angel,
you'll be a star?
You want to play some magic
on my guitar?
Want to be a poet?
Will you show me a necklace?
I'll tell you the number.
You can be anything.
You see, you really
do not matter
when you're buried
in a dress of dark glass
on your eyes,
even if the meat was developed.
However,
you can return it.