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Date: 8-13-2010 9:34 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "They Give Your Phone Number"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "They Give Your Phone Number"

Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy, and that you're ready for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, have some fun with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today we tackle a song from 1966 with one of the most memorable guitar riffs in the history of popular music, Johnny Rivers' "Secret Agent Man" (watch video here; advisory: lip sync FAIL).


They Give Your Phone Number

There are people
who become life-threatening.

Satisfaction of all,
still a stranger.

His every step
is another chance to grab.

He could not live in tomorrow.

Agents of the people,
secret agents,
they give your phone number
and took my name.

Faces get pretty: please note.
Perhaps a face to hide
the very existence of evil.

Oh, you may ask yourself
what you say carefully.
If not, you cannot live for tomorrow.

1, Riviera,
a Mumbai court building.
Swing the next day.
Oh, no,
I wish I had a bad word.
Kiss lips,
will be very interesting.
If not, you cannot live for tomorrow.

Agents of the people,
secret agents,
they give your phone number
and took my name.

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