January 25th, 2019

Babelfishing Poetry: "We Dressed The Treasury"

Babelfishing Poetry: "We Dressed The Treasury"

Hello!  And how are you today?  Good?  Yes?  No?  In-between?  Rather not say? Keeping it a secret? It's a mystery?  Being coy about it?  Have to think about it a little longer?  Can't decide? Wanting to hedge your bets? Need to consult with someone about it? None of the above?  Well, that's all okay, because no matter what, 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, tweak the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, by Eddy Grant's first band The Equals, is "Baby Come Back" (watch The Equals perform it on video here, or watch video by reggae musician Pato Banton sing the song with UB40 here, or listen to a Europop version by dance-pop duo London Boys here).  Enjoy. 

We Dressed The Treasury

Mr. Frederick Fung,
come back baby.

This is a man for the first time today.
You left your alien.
First I want to exercise,
but his niece and four.
Okay, well, alas.

There is no thin shouting.
You suffer a lot more than pain.
Private duel, complete gourd-shaped ladle.
But now I love it.
Yes, ha ha, you are welcome.

Come, treasure 12,008.
Please leave.
Guildenstern, Lady, you have not come down.
Make deals like, "Noh gave my desk, unread."
Treasure our mockery.
Yes, you are singer hair.

the children, and said, and said again,
Oh, no, no, go back or something.
We dressed the Treasury.