Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my unassuming little blog! You're in time for the latest installment of Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song is the 1988 hit by synthpop British band When In Rome, "The Promise" (when it came out, I used to love hearing this song on the radio and the repeated refrain "I promise you, I promise you") (watch video here). Enjoy.
The Universe Will Come To You Alone
it was still strange.
Uh, um, you know very well.
No, but it is the object of my visit.
Private interview digestive elephant.
Walk and stay behind here.
Sorry, hen hobbled cool.
The plane is very pleasant.
But you're waiting for that repair; back to you.
I want to make an appointment.
The universe will come to you alone.
Essence is the same.
Those who do not seem to disagree should know the players.
I was alive
in an instant of time.
I'm not directing the guards.
I didn't do it.
But if I have a scientist, they are a boy.
I think this is so, that we should love.