Hello! And how are you today? Good? Yes? No? Me, I'm exhausted. I've had a grueling week. But I'm not too exhausted to bring you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
We delve back into the misty reaches of 1993 for this week's Babelfish, The Proclaimers' toe-tapping hit "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Good Japanese Brass And Copper
When I know what is acquired,
a man wants you to wake up all the blind side.
I am the wind. Yes. You know what? I do not know.
Who is the man?
He then, however, suffered from him, but I do not know,
no matter what, I will never make a man.
Thus, you are my one and only, then I do not know things.
The people of Havering College.
I am Danid. Yes. You know what? I do not know.
Some people will run.
And it's working.
The closest we came to pass: abstinence; strong heart or to me.
When you come home, maybe thinking he seemed to find it very nice
to fix a man like a home.
And then you know, Pierre, I can sympathize with
the glum man.
Good, good, good, good, good, good, LAT, LAT, LAT, LAT, nice, nice.
OK, diddle diddle diddle, DUN, good Japanese brass and copper, nice, nice.
Men's 500 km on foot,
500 or more.
Man-people teaching English device.