Babelfishing Poetry: "Put A Buzz, Kebabs"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Put A Buzz, Kebabs"
Hello! Are you looking forward to the weekend? Me too. The days have begun getting noticeably shorter; while still warm, the late summer heat is tempered by the faintest of autumn's touch; a few of the Chinese pistache trees in town are starting to show traces of red in their foliage; all harbingers that my favorite time of year is near! Let's celebrate that with some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, have some fun with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
XTC's "Sacrificial Bonfire," a very autumnal-feeling song for me, is this week's feature (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Put A Buzz, Kebabs
Fire conditions.
The conscience of the evil dead.
Safety products.
Come and smile, gas hood.
The blood flow and the fray.
Put a buzz, Kebabs.
Fat people are the power animals.
There were changes.
The conscience of the victims into the fire and burn.
Chronic inflammation.
Come on, old man.
Folding top; accept it.
Heaven and Earth silhouette.
Prayer smoke reduction.
Sharp sparks seem to be running.
Primary vacuum would reduce a beggar.
Their pleasure and a small percentage in vacuum.
The monkey man said:
There were changes.
MOSS should be excluded from the hunt.
Good governance.
The good, the bad, and the evil system face removal and disposal.
.
Hello! Are you looking forward to the weekend? Me too. The days have begun getting noticeably shorter; while still warm, the late summer heat is tempered by the faintest of autumn's touch; a few of the Chinese pistache trees in town are starting to show traces of red in their foliage; all harbingers that my favorite time of year is near! Let's celebrate that with some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, have some fun with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
XTC's "Sacrificial Bonfire," a very autumnal-feeling song for me, is this week's feature (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Put A Buzz, Kebabs
Fire conditions.
The conscience of the evil dead.
Safety products.
Come and smile, gas hood.
The blood flow and the fray.
Put a buzz, Kebabs.
Fat people are the power animals.
There were changes.
The conscience of the victims into the fire and burn.
Chronic inflammation.
Come on, old man.
Folding top; accept it.
Heaven and Earth silhouette.
Prayer smoke reduction.
Sharp sparks seem to be running.
Primary vacuum would reduce a beggar.
Their pleasure and a small percentage in vacuum.
The monkey man said:
There were changes.
MOSS should be excluded from the hunt.
Good governance.
The good, the bad, and the evil system face removal and disposal.
.