July 17th, 2015

Babelfishing Poetry: "Love People Make Me Cry"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Love People Make Me Cry"

Hello!  And how are you today?  Bright and breezy?  Cheeky and cheerful?  Chipper?  Top-notch?  Super-duper?  Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?  Full of sunshine?  Rarin' to go?  Full of ginger?  Ready to face the day?  Hunky-dory?  All of those put together?  None of the above?  No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, have a bit of fun with the punctuation, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, originally written by Ed Bruce and popularized by the Waylon Jennings / Willie Nelson duet, is "Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" (listen to Waylon and Willie sing it here, or listen to a version by Alvin & The Chipmunks -- if you dare -- here).  Enjoy. 

Love People Make Me Cry

Dissent to the West and ease of maintenance more difficult.
River Laboratories Song, golden with moon.
Lonely buckle, ballet star Levi, good old man.
Now is Heaven begun, on a per-heaven night.
When the modest young snake does not understand, a humble spirit never dies,
almost gone.

Ah, the morning was clear and the smoking mountain old cowb.
Small dog, young global warming.
He doesn't like the guy.
At the moment I don't know what to do.
Don't let the name proud, but snake is not a disaster, but with minor differences.
Friendly, this is true? You get the idea.

Do cowboys mother Venus, the third seed?
How to approach native-born Japanese, approach native-born US food?
Medical students neglect other, watch free Japanese.

Modern construction of exhibition optional beef veal pups.
Yes, stay home with his face.
Love people made me cry.