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Babelfishing Poetry: "I Want To Be Calm To Repair Them"

Babelfishing Poetry: "I Want To Be Calm To Repair Them"

Hello? How are you?  Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy.  I can't really say my week has been all that well, fine and/or dandy, due to overwhelming medical struggles, but I am still able to be here to deliver to you more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, adjust the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Hold onto your hats, kids.  This week's featured song, from "outsider rock" band The Shaggs, is "My Pal Foot Foot" (listen to song here (yes, it really is that bad), or if you want to hear a backwards version of the song to see if it's any better, listen here, and finally, some for background into what was going on with the band, watch a short interview with record producer Mike Fornatale here).  Enjoy. 

I Want To Be Calm To Repair Them

The legs of the companion,
as always, flocked to him.
Companion feet,
we far away non-associated clusters.

I will go to the house
of the iPod.
People come and say
his wife isn't here.

What are you doing? What authority? Which data?
The disciples did not answer.
Financial times.
Wherever; I will not disagree.
I want to be calm to repair them.

And yet a better footing has occurred.
There is always Lou.
Good Morrow replied,
"I know the way,
like Dee."

My drive shaft.
Heather, now in flight, in this village:
How do we go?  What happened?  Are we,
my Lord, my hope,
past or jumping?

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