Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my modest little blog! You are just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is alt-rock band 311's "Down" (watch video here). Enjoy.
In The Autumn Of The Electric Noise
My eye jug will keep their eyes.
Children have different words in my language.
Erlacoy has touched me in my mouth.
When I see dysentery, it is a threat to water.
When you set up the program, you return it; it's easy.
"Now he is really following Herbalife," he said.
You know, because he threw it away.
We want to live.
We are strong.
The eaves are very embarrassing.
If children change, it is seriously important.
It is a hairstyle.
You know how to fight hunger
like a bottle of hair.
I like to love teachers.
Please refer to page 311 for three months.
Something, then catastrophe.
We know he is still on Earth.
Thank you, I am not,
so let's do it:
Save my saliva.
Stay alone in the clouds
in the autumn of the electric noise.