Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! *fist pump* Here comes some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's featured song, from the 1844 hymnal The Sacred Harp, is American Colonial composer William Billings' "David's Lamentation" (watch video of a session from the Second Ireland Sacred Harp Convention, showing the open-palm style of leading and the unique tradition of "singing the notes" prior to the actual hymn, here, or listen to the Sacred Harp Singers Of Cork sing it, and watch the scrolling score, where you can see the shapes of the shape notes, here, or watch live performance of the Christopher Wren Singers performing the song here, or listen to the Santa Fe Desert Chorale sing it here, or watch video of Chattanooga ensemble The Good Players' modernistic interpretation here). Enjoy.
We Ping Of Death!
David, sad and poignant.
It had the room enter, and cried out.
And they cried out, and said to them:
"That's the difficulty! That's the difficulty!
We are all dead men!
Therefore, we ping of death!
Now, the son of Absalom, the son of And."
Mourning victory day shift.
When the people saw how cool,
barns turned him back.
Correction of Super-people! See this, o Super-people!
Our 26 metropolitan death end!
Cause this, our 26 peace in death!
Now press on Monday, Monday, Japanese.