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Babelfishing Poetry: "I Don't Know What I'm Doing Scuba Diving"

Babelfishing Poetry: "I Don't Know What I'm Doing Scuba Diving"


Hello!  And how are you lovely bloggity people today?  Great, I hope.  I am biding my time until next Tuesday when I can get the preliminary results of the muscle biopsy done last month.  More testing may be needed, depending on what they found.  I'll admit it's difficult to undergo painful procedures and then have to wait several weeks for the findings without any way of knowing what might be in store for me.  While I wait, though, let's take the time to enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Alt-rock band Lifehouse brings us this week's feature, their Number 2 hit "Hanging By A Moment" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


I Don't Know What I'm Doing Scuba Diving

Building a small appetite wants to change.
Chase began to forgive me.

I forgot, completely incomplete.
Now I invite each of you to take all.

The only thing I know about life,
I'm not entirely sure where to go straight, and
I don't know what I'm doing scuba diving.

Here's a little
to detect and nothing to lose.
All of you can destroy anything is mind, or I wouldn't be able,
if nothing else.

I'd rather download.
I have a chance.
I stand here; I go.
I hung out for a while.


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