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Babelfishing Poetry: "People Are Cold Fun"

Babelfishing Poetry: "People Are Cold Fun"

Hello! Would you like to see some more 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?  You would?  Well hot diggity-dog, you're in luck, because here it is!

This week's feature is Bruce Springsteen's stark, bleak "Atlantic City" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 

People Are Cold Fun

Philadelphia is a good night's chicken place.
I'll explode over the house now.
Look through the battle, it's a party in Harlem.
Guests are offered a victory pobix.

Do you still have problems of state-owned water connaissant?
It is the story of a small D.O.
Under the bed through the Rhine Valley,
now, the new yilad and everyone's idol, vacuum.

In addition, you can save money; I win!
We hear that it is a true king should pay more than the next person.
I trust you will receive the gas
in the middle of my license and car.

Now, people are cold fun.
But there are 4, or always here.
I think we and the sand is gold.
Returning late, Son of Man.
Maybe they come in and destroy everything, it's true,
but in the middle of the night.

Now I am looking for a job, but how hard!
Ghost funeral, Laertes, guide, check arrest, only the number of boxes and lines.
But I'm tired and sick, lost.
Then you can cook that night, and boy is expected to honey.

All reality,
but in the middle of the night.
June. I will fix the hair
according to this agreement and the entire Atlantic City.

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