OK, one and all, ready or not, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, shake up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's randomly-chosen song, by mega-arena-rockers Journey, is "Don't Stop Believin'" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
I Don't Think It Stopped Hot Touch
The city is just a little girl.
Are we alone, life?
He had heavy fire
all those years.
Only the son of the city,
Detroit put up a room.
And the South, under heavy fire,
took over those years.
Denmark singers smoke in the room.
Cheap wine, perfume smell.
That night, you can do it with a smile.
And now …
The boat was in custody at the school.
Everyone was excited.
Add a list of deceased family members.
Only the first,
I have failed, and win.
Blues of the song, well done.
I will never believe the true face of his movie.
And now …
I don't think it stopped
But the people of the street,
I don't stop.