Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my humble little blog! You must be here for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, get silly with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem. Right? So, let's get on with it then.
Let's travel back to 1986 and Babelfishiate Prince's hit "Kiss" (listen to song here, or watch video here if you like the Tom Jones/Art of Noise version [I love the part where he goes, "Think I better dance now!"], or here for "the most unofficial video ever made by man").
This Signal Is Not Compatible With The I
You need to enable
the beauty of me.
I am your body, baby;
stay away from the sun.
Experience is not necessary
to break (only in this way)
the whole thing.
I want to tell you
this whole thing.
You do not
have my rich daughter.
You do not
have a cold.
I do not
rule the world.
This signal is not
compatible with the I.
I just want to
have more time,
and kiss.
Dirty to you,
my love. Do not
tell me, if you want
to impress me.
You, too, morons . . . mother . . .
I know how to undress me.
I like your dream,
you can have mine.
Everything to me,
but this may be
a good time. Yes,
I think they want
to play. It must be.
Little girl Wendy's parade,
so it is you.
Women, not girls,
rule my world,
"My world," he said,
in the executive branch.
Age, not your mother,
a normal shoe.
Maybe we can shoot.
You see,
there is no character
in the morning.
And all alone,
I like to cook.
You do not
need to strengthen
my daughter.
You do not
have a cold.
I do not
rule the world.
This signal is not
compatible with the I.
I just want to
have more time,
and kiss.