Hello! Lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my unassuming little blog. Make yourself comfortable and enjoy this week's installment of Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, change the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
On this date in 1970, singer Janis Joplin passed away at the age of 27. To commemorate her trail-blazing career, this week's song is a Babelfished version of her iconic hit (with, unfortunately, arguably the worst guitar solo in all of rock 'n' roll) "Piece Of My Heart" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
My Cardiac Shellfish Treasure, Baby!
Come on, come on!
I will not like you! No!
Almost Qvelaperikals, perhaps, if possible.
Honey, you do not know!
I will tell you at the moment I think it is enough.
I will show you the baby treasure women.
You will see the streets, Gulshishvili.
You will not think I know that in my current cardiac village.
You will not drink, and you will not hear it through the night.
Do not scream; all the children cry.
I am at the moment, but not pain.
I repeat, I held his pocket.
Please come and come!
They lost Arsebobspatara!
Piece of my cardiac shellfish treasure, now, baby!
Alternatively, my typical shellfish treasure, my baby, yes, yes, yes!
Oh, oh, well!
The group is one basis point of my heart now.
You know I do not know if the feeling.
Oh, yes, certainly!