Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy and all that other good stuff. So, it's time again for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, get goofy with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Short and sweet, this week's song is the Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop" (listen to the Ramones sing it here, or listen to an instrumental version played by indie rockers Yo La Tengo here, or listen to Alvin and The Chipmunks -- yes, that Alvin and The Chipmunks -- sing it here). Enjoy.
We Are Sitting In A Pile Of Arriere
Hi baby, I'm going.
They make the wire
during the future in wind.
Children are lost,
the lightning war in Denmark.
We are sitting in a pile of arriere.
This is the heat
on the streets of modulation.
The blitz of Mali.
Hi baby, I believe
he was shooting again.
You don't have snakes, you know, alive?
Everyone will be Accelerator Setup and ready.
Standing horse village of Sunday phone wars.