Once again, here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Chosen at random, this week's song is Peter Gabriel's "Biko" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Pico And Green Peaks
09-77.
Sometimes the air man, Elizabeth Habitodi,
is like a business.
619 room police.
Pico, pico pico.
Pico, pico pico.
Yalla yalla moja moja.
People want to kill.
When you delete a wolf, you work hard.
But who can only dream of a red?
United Kingdom, red and black on white.
The end of one color.
Pico, pico pico.
Pico, pico pico.
Yalla yalla moja moja.
People want to kill.
Candle light vibration,
the firefly.
When the fire started,
gold.
Pico and green peaks.
Yalla yalla moja moja.
People want to kill.
All over the world.
Now I see it.
Now I'm going to check.
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