Babelfishing Poetry: "His Virginity Is Spreading His Eyes"
Babelfishing Poetry: "His Virginity Is Spreading His Eyes"
It's Friday! It seems like a minute ago it was Tuesday. How on Earth did that happen? It hardly seems possible, does it? Anyway, Friday it is, and that means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song is Japanese female prog-rock band Tricot's "Swimmer" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
His Virginity Is Spreading His Eyes
While the glory dot begins to stand on glory,
when hearing
the pain epidemic spread,
now do you need to chase the night?
I am but a miracle;
paradise.
If you care, Signior, I am dead.
Understood!
I want to think I want to go.
What if you want a framework for revenge?
We know this one point.
It's like seeing a tomb that has disappeared from the white sky.
Economic history.
The sea was filled with water, and the sky was covered with water.
I am currently empty.
A smile, a smile on the face.
Profit unknown white.
What you want is nonsense.
My laughter party.
Currently I am not satisfied.
They will never speak with honor.
His virginity is spreading his eyes.
.
It's Friday! It seems like a minute ago it was Tuesday. How on Earth did that happen? It hardly seems possible, does it? Anyway, Friday it is, and that means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, futz with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song is Japanese female prog-rock band Tricot's "Swimmer" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
His Virginity Is Spreading His Eyes
While the glory dot begins to stand on glory,
when hearing
the pain epidemic spread,
now do you need to chase the night?
I am but a miracle;
paradise.
If you care, Signior, I am dead.
Understood!
I want to think I want to go.
What if you want a framework for revenge?
We know this one point.
It's like seeing a tomb that has disappeared from the white sky.
Economic history.
The sea was filled with water, and the sky was covered with water.
I am currently empty.
A smile, a smile on the face.
Profit unknown white.
What you want is nonsense.
My laughter party.
Currently I am not satisfied.
They will never speak with honor.
His virginity is spreading his eyes.
.