Hello, bloggity peeps. I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches? I hope not, I really do, because that would be so sad. And we're not here to be sad. We're here for something fun: more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's Babelfish happens to be one of the most-requested songs in the 40-year history of Los Angeles radio station KROQ. From 1985, it's power pop band Dramarama's "Anything, Anything (I'll Give You)" (watch video here). Enjoy.
His Name Was Called Crazy
Oh, my gosh, that evening?
Tell me, you in the end -- you are wrong.
The sleepwear we needed, and snacks?
Fully closed; suspended, not revoked.
I'm your candied fruit; diamonds, not drugs.
If you want your $100, I want to organic party.
I want to see I, me, my marriage.
So, today is a sick.
If you are not home, I'm awake.
What am I doing? What??
I think I know what you want to know.
I play a little bit.
There was love and happiness.
And now I'm older and I . . .
Please do not play, Kiruttene.
"I know his name was called Crazy," said his father.
It makes a difference. I asked.
I'm on drugs.
You give candy to the diamond
if you want $100 for me.
I do not want to sing what they expect.
There is nothing, nothing,
not more than