Babelfishing Poetry: "Inflation in the United States"

Hello blog peeps. How's everything going? Hunky-dory? Yes? Fabulous! Glad to hear it!

So, since it's Friday, 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, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

And today we give the Babelfish treatment to Wall of Voodoo's catchy 1983 hit, "Mexican Radio" (watch video here). Enjoy.


Inflation in the United States

I feel in my shoulders,
exposed to the world's most ancient hot air.

Turn and look
to change the phone number,
and I fell asleep in bed.

I hear the sound of music.
I can be used to purchase products.

I know what to say.
They have not heard about DJ?
I am a Mexican radio station.

I'm trying to review the terminal
to talk about inflation in the United States.

Little understanding.
No? Okay, it's a secret.
I am a Mexican radio station.

Tijuana.
I'd eat an iguana kebab.
You can order by phone.

I am a wavelength far from home.

I am a Mexican radio station.

Radio and radio stations.
What?

Radio. Radio. Radio. Radio.
I say?

Radio. Radio. Radio. Radio.
What?

Radio. Radio. Radio. Radio.


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