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May 25th, 2018 - Pahavit's Universe

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Date: 5-25-2018 12:14 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "Fresh Moonlight Loves You"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "Fresh Moonlight Loves You"


Hello! It's Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump* Time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week the featured song, by garage/proto-punk band Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers, is "Roadrunner" (watch video here (use caution if prone to vertigo), or listen to Joan Jett's version here, or listen to the Greg Kihn Band's version here, or listen to those bad boys of punk the Sex Pistols fumble their way through the song here; beware the f-bombs (they're the Sex Pistols, after all, not Cliff Richard; what do you expect?)).  Enjoy. 


Fresh Moonlight Loves You

The first two, four, or five; the third six.

Rabbit rabbit.

At that time, he fathoms the links.
'N' Java has already paid a stop shops.

Radio.
Love, Massachusetts.

Neon, without a cold, dies.
Then, the second half-arm road.

Radio,
my tunnel.

On our planet,
fresh moonlight loves you.
128, dark, dies without.

Love, Massachusetts.

He loved radio.
But the armrest foam,
only at night to help me make haste.
I know I am now a face-touched car.

Radio is sensible.

Rabbit?
Right.

He and you, the class of 1956,
in addition to the 57 patients with chips.

The first wish a speedy fashion.
Suburban neighborhood trees on speed.

You touched that (the fire),
and I answered, "the rabbits."

The second rabbit.
I love rock and roll every night.

Rabbit.
Right!

Now,
rabbit rabbit.
Those hours, he explains in detail the links.

Java 'n' net programs
that night, and radio.

Love you, Moon modern.
And the stones of the present-day roll music, I love you.

Not today, modern rock list;
radio is sensible.

Rabbit.
Therefore, by no means, well done: break forth into singing, he is now a modern lover.

Radio stations!
My time on the radio!

Mechanics and AM radio!
Autumn noise of the AC radio!

Modern rock music neon.
Radio stations!

He went to him from the chariot to radio in Indiana!
At night when he was in late Massachusetts.

Radio stations!
I have a contemporary modern sound, Massachusetts,
and in my world, and roads.

Labor and management.
I was at the end of the evening, rock 'n' roll.

Remember the Hyundai's modern sound code
on our planet.

Be well!


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