pahavit (pahavit) wrote,

Babelfishing Poetry: "Crying Eyes Research"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Crying Eyes Research"

Hey, you, what's new?  I hope you've all been fine and well. No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides?  I hope not, I really do.  So, anyway, now 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, goof around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, chosen at random from my vast Babelfishing files, is Wilson Pickett's classic song "Mustang Sally" (listen to the song here -- and admit it, you sing along with the "Ride, Sally, Ride" refrain, don't you?).  Enjoy. 

Crying Eyes Research

Mustang Sally, I think the best.
Mustang below.
But the Lord cannot afford myself.

Some of the few things.
I'm in my house.
Location: Ha!

I said, Hear it!
If you want to ride around Sally
(Psalm Sally rye dollars),
Bill. You must ask him.

One morning, yet.
Wow.  Crying Eyes Research,

I said, It looked like!
And buy a new typical horse field.
965,000 what?
But now, women,
do not give up.

This mass tartar Sally, now, baby.
Oh, for god's sake!
I think the best that you can search for field horses.
I do not! Oh, for god's sake!
Listening to it, it will run through the city.
Sound of wailing!
So feet up on the floor, was the United States,

So, what can I say?
However, the "milk" can.

After all these years, some walking
(Sally hours)
if you want to run around.

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