Babelfishing Poetry: "Less The Guts Of The Eyes"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Less The Guts Of The Eyes"
Hey all. It's been hot here (80ºF/27ºC). Let's cool off with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem, shall we?
This week's feature, chosen at random, is English alt-dance trio Soho's "Hippychick" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Less The Guts Of The Eyes
None of his speech is without heart.
I'm a ghost imager (I look like a gentleman).
If you don't want to wear it, your honor remains worn.
I know that he is a self-reliant self.
Signior Claudio,
if you are not talking about your age, you aren't alive.
Or less eye bile.
You encounter Kahless.
You are wrong.
Jokes? Lol.
I think I can't think.
When I die, I age with a little age.
Heavily, heavily.
The war has been going on for many years.
Some less eye-catching courage,
or less the guts of the eyes.
None of them will occur.
.
Hey all. It's been hot here (80ºF/27ºC). Let's cool off with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem, shall we?
This week's feature, chosen at random, is English alt-dance trio Soho's "Hippychick" (watch video here). Enjoy.
Less The Guts Of The Eyes
None of his speech is without heart.
I'm a ghost imager (I look like a gentleman).
If you don't want to wear it, your honor remains worn.
I know that he is a self-reliant self.
Signior Claudio,
if you are not talking about your age, you aren't alive.
Or less eye bile.
You encounter Kahless.
You are wrong.
Jokes? Lol.
I think I can't think.
When I die, I age with a little age.
Heavily, heavily.
The war has been going on for many years.
Some less eye-catching courage,
or less the guts of the eyes.
None of them will occur.
.