Babelfishing Poetry: "Secrecy Ships"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Secrecy Ships"
It's Friday, and thus time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's indie rock duo The Anxiety's "Meet Me At Our Spot" (advisory: F-bomb in first verse; listen to song here). Enjoy.
Secrecy Ships
In this time of awakening,
I have come.
Self-indulgent sleep,
I'm renewed.
The image is self-explanatory.
It is a confirmed reactor.
Come to our party,
secret ship.
At the time of sleep on the floor,
he fell asleep illegally.
Someone stepped into me.
I'm sure you love him.
The arrivals have increased.
I'm in the news.
You need to listen.
We aren't looking for unreasonable wealth.
Secrecy ships,
how do you feel today?
A self-indulgent eye-catcher,
I'm afraid to sleep.
At the time of our opening,
the House of Crawlerx depends on us.
Beautification,
this must-have life!
.
It's Friday, and thus time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week it's indie rock duo The Anxiety's "Meet Me At Our Spot" (advisory: F-bomb in first verse; listen to song here). Enjoy.
Secrecy Ships
In this time of awakening,
I have come.
Self-indulgent sleep,
I'm renewed.
The image is self-explanatory.
It is a confirmed reactor.
Come to our party,
secret ship.
At the time of sleep on the floor,
he fell asleep illegally.
Someone stepped into me.
I'm sure you love him.
The arrivals have increased.
I'm in the news.
You need to listen.
We aren't looking for unreasonable wealth.
Secrecy ships,
how do you feel today?
A self-indulgent eye-catcher,
I'm afraid to sleep.
At the time of our opening,
the House of Crawlerx depends on us.
Beautification,
this must-have life!
.