pahavit (pahavit) wrote,

Babelfishing Poetry: "Soprano Metal Rod"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Soprano Metal Rod"

Hello!  And how are you today?  Bright and breezy?  Cheeky and cheerful?  Chipper?  Top-notch?  Super-duper?  Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?  Full of sunshine?  Rarin' to go?  Just ducky?  Full of ginger?  Ready to face the day?  Hunky-dory?  In the swim? Peachy-keen?  On the ball?  Up to snuff? A-OK? Copacetic? Right on? Cooking with gas?  Spiffy?  Okey-dokey?  First-class?  Capital? Fly?  All of those put together?  None of the above?  No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, chosen at random, is Boston "Hitch A Ride" (which may be a heretofore unknown treat for those who only know of Boston by their monster hit "More Than A Feeling") (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

Soprano Metal Rod

New York night.
Eat smoke, water, sputum, soldiers, and Sapporo.

Soprano metal rod.
Who is born in life?

Just like a cold,
come follow me.

Personal words.
I used tapes and lost them.

Let's run.
Go to another page.

Allow everyone.
I do not think it will change.

I will go to the beech
Sunday afternoon.

Think freely.
He is awkward.

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