Babelfishing Poetry: "The Chamomile Bombs Explode"
Babelfishing Poetry: "The Chamomile Bombs Explode"
Well, somehow we've all made it through another week, I'm not quite sure how. But hey, we're here, so let's take a moment to enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, rearrange the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is the traditional American work song "Black Betty" (watch roots-rock band Larkin Poe's version of the song here, or listen to James "Iron Head" Baker sing the song a capella here, or listen to Manfred Mann's version here, or watch Aussie alt-rockers Spiderbait's video here). Enjoy.
The Chamomile Bombs Explode
My house! The page exploded!
The black house has one son and three mothers.
The victim is crazy and has lost both cows and sheep.
I worry about myself; a bomb is a bomb.
Tomorrow, the blind monk throws the wire.
She is named after the daughters of blacks, bombers and llamas.
His opponent is Pam Lang.
You know that you do not lie to bamboo.
It is a strong stone.
They are always available, useless and useless.
Betty Black, Sonic and Monk.
Birmingham is the language of this soft medicine.
I know, I know; a monk came to Alabama.
The chamomile bombs explode.
Building materials, oil and vegetables for me.
Western sweet potato.
Go to my black house, selfish people, and follow my black house.
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Well, somehow we've all made it through another week, I'm not quite sure how. But hey, we're here, so let's take a moment to enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, rearrange the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is the traditional American work song "Black Betty" (watch roots-rock band Larkin Poe's version of the song here, or listen to James "Iron Head" Baker sing the song a capella here, or listen to Manfred Mann's version here, or watch Aussie alt-rockers Spiderbait's video here). Enjoy.
The Chamomile Bombs Explode
My house! The page exploded!
The black house has one son and three mothers.
The victim is crazy and has lost both cows and sheep.
I worry about myself; a bomb is a bomb.
Tomorrow, the blind monk throws the wire.
She is named after the daughters of blacks, bombers and llamas.
His opponent is Pam Lang.
You know that you do not lie to bamboo.
It is a strong stone.
They are always available, useless and useless.
Betty Black, Sonic and Monk.
Birmingham is the language of this soft medicine.
I know, I know; a monk came to Alabama.
The chamomile bombs explode.
Building materials, oil and vegetables for me.
Western sweet potato.
Go to my black house, selfish people, and follow my black house.
.