Babelfishing Poetry: "Air Is Clean And All"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Air Is Clean And All"
Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump*
OK, now that that's out of the way, how's about some 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 I've decided to see what Babelfishing does to the traditional cowboy song, "Home On The Range" (listen to Gene Autry sing the song here; or Roy Rogers here; or Neil Young's version here; or, if you're really in the mood for, um, the Chipmunks, then listen to their version here). Enjoy.
Air Is Clean And All
I will give you a home, Roaring Buffalo!
And, if games like deer and antelope
never heard that word "almost-starved,"
air is clean and all.
Homes, row homes.
And, if games like deer and antelope
never heard that word "almost-starved,"
air is clean and all.
Ming-Ming of the night sky,
sparkle!
I was surprised to find that I am a person.
Ask, I can not praise it.
I polished diamonds, and other land
slows down the flow.
Elegant white swans slip over the one hundred trillion.
An individual woman, I dream of heaven standing.
Oh, there is no need to change a series of lucky breaks.
Like deer, antelope place in the game.
Never heard that word "almost-starved."
Air is clean and all.
As a bonus, here's a silly version of the song my bff and I made up in junior high:
Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam,
Where the beer and the cantaloupes play their harmonicas,
Where seldom is seen a discouraging bean,
And the natives aren't restless all night.
Home, home in my house,
Where there's a cat for every mouse,
Where seldom is seen
A discouraging bean,
And the natives aren't restless all night.
Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump*
OK, now that that's out of the way, how's about some 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 I've decided to see what Babelfishing does to the traditional cowboy song, "Home On The Range" (listen to Gene Autry sing the song here; or Roy Rogers here; or Neil Young's version here; or, if you're really in the mood for, um, the Chipmunks, then listen to their version here). Enjoy.
Air Is Clean And All
I will give you a home, Roaring Buffalo!
And, if games like deer and antelope
never heard that word "almost-starved,"
air is clean and all.
Homes, row homes.
And, if games like deer and antelope
never heard that word "almost-starved,"
air is clean and all.
Ming-Ming of the night sky,
sparkle!
I was surprised to find that I am a person.
Ask, I can not praise it.
I polished diamonds, and other land
slows down the flow.
Elegant white swans slip over the one hundred trillion.
An individual woman, I dream of heaven standing.
Oh, there is no need to change a series of lucky breaks.
Like deer, antelope place in the game.
Never heard that word "almost-starved."
Air is clean and all.
As a bonus, here's a silly version of the song my bff and I made up in junior high:
Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam,
Where the beer and the cantaloupes play their harmonicas,
Where seldom is seen a discouraging bean,
And the natives aren't restless all night.
Home, home in my house,
Where there's a cat for every mouse,
Where seldom is seen
A discouraging bean,
And the natives aren't restless all night.