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Babelfishing Poetry: "Speak 45 Times Faster"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Speak 45 Times Faster"

Hello! Lovely to see you, thank you for stopping by, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already!  Let's kick off the weekend with some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, goof around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week it's alt-dance band LCD Soundsystem's "All My Friends" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

Speak 45 Times Faster

The start of this sample.
We will go home.
We looked at the messages,
and I understand.

Naya can talk, big husband,
because we know that it is dark.
And the weather worries you,
so I chose the wrong home.
So it started.

After that, it started.
I'm so happy with the mountains.
It's a solar control system.
It's the best of all.

And if the sun appears, if the sun appears, if the sun appears,
I will return to it, and because I can return to it,
we will come straight from our society,
the first exit.

I'm in the middle of this 5 years.
During the five years since he was in contact with him, he has been with you and has been with Tomo.

Speak 45 times faster.
I know it's annoying, but it's better to pretend.

Like a bad movie,
except for the sections that are contrary to culture.

Because our medicine is gone,
the conversation ended.
We do not struggle with fair decisions.
Five years have passed.

10 years of the year of the end of the year, ten years before opening.
And the next ten friends try to be polite.
When it blows up in central France for 85 days,
know what your friends are worried about tonight.

This is the last possible measure.
Let's move on and go ahead now
as a night seller.

They deceived me, deceived me, and deceived me, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
How now, Horatio.
The cause is insufficient,
but I cannot undo it.

In the faces of parents and the minds of monsters,
you can sleep in the car or adjust your voice.
Do not insist when you drink with children.
He also thinks, "Hey, I'm a human."

If it were shattered like that, you should breathe.
Hey clown, you can put it on yourself.
When you read it, you forget the meaning of what it says.
And you always know you're tired, but then
where is your friend tonight?

Perhaps I am a warrior.

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