Hello all! Thank you for dropping by again, it's so nice to see you! I hope, wherever you are, you're safe and warm on this cold December evening. Welcome to the final Babelfish of 2016, so let's ring the old year out in my usual Friday fashion by taking some song lyrics, running them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mixing up the punctuation a bit, and winding up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's featured song, chosen at random, is The Animals' classic "We Gotta Get Out Of This Place" (listen to The Animals' version here, or listen to Jello Biafra and D.O.A.'s version here, or watch Midnight Oil's Unplugged performance here, or listen to Ann Wilson's version, with Wynonna Judd, here). Enjoy.
Yesterday Is Rude
The old part of city, the dirty.
No construction; radiant.
Everyone there is trying to thin.
In Japanese, has a year-long page
We strongly recommend not going first past the death fast.
Love affection is death floor.
Green, o Muhammad; black, o Muhammad.
I was surprised to walk out, usable; no. Shoot up.
Correction and we knew the way.
Temptation chasing after ship.
Toddler wins too much,
and every single day.
Wrong; a correction is a correction.
The three virtues of adversity.
Always for you, yesterday is rude.
prime sunny into the lives of adolescent girls,
No, no, I squint.
26 people seem to have found a dog; I have two children.
Adopt a collection of this
grim, possible token gift.
woman. Monday. Cause world, Japanese life.
We strongly recommend not-so, we strongly recommend make, approach native-born Westerners.
Wisdom way, on my love.
You are beautiful.