Hello! Would you like to see some more Babelfishing Poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem? You would? Well, you're in luck, because here's a fresh, piping-hot helping!
This week's selection goes classical, with the aria "Non So Piu Cosa Son Cosa Faccio" from Mozart's comic opera The Marriage Of Figaro (watch video of Christine Schafer's beautiful rendition in an unusual contemporary staging here, or watch a hyper-caffeinated technopop confection done by Belgian singer Elle Yana with Euro-Pop band Adya here). Enjoy.
Barlow Ra Is A Dream
I know I do not know how to do some of the ways.
Fire, ice and rain,
I'm not a color.
A few years ago the Yankees pulled down one week.
To move is the only goal.
You will be surprised, I want it to.
I gripping-tool tools, Joe; I am Umqu'!
You can limit it to only you.
Now, me and you've seen it.
Barlow Ra is a dream.
Water, the movement of the shadow mountains,
grass, sky and earth, and resources,
the heavens and the earth, the wind, the echo,
the second movement of dirty mobile phone news
on another Denmark.
There is a world body fossil of coalition of the right ear.
I would like to bet!