Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Kitty Cat in a Different Way

Okay, ths is time we've got three songs, each of which is very different from the other... All quite well-known, though, so a little mental gymnastics ought to guide you to the solutions...
#1 I recognized: What's on the phone saying nothing more than "love", but: Once again, I am here to mess you worried, now I do not want anyone getting better. Yes, I walked these shoes, and do exactly happened. We walk every day, you were booted.

#2 Tears, how do you explain? I, for one frame, we all say that? P for other people in the temple clean. Eventualli not so simple. Kitty cat in a different way of doing this is called The Sims. Here are 5 letter small. Once you go into the game if the other party, described the idea before you start.

#3 I like my smile is so bright blue sky reminds me of the fresh memories of youth. Now on, when you see the face, my personal area, and I've told my oldest, I break down and probably cry. Not too bad Oh, oh, pretty boy. Vhoah the love, the sweet 5.

So there are the garbled lyrics... what are the originals? The answers are below... all decked out in white like a virgin bride.

#1 "These Boots were Made for Walkin '" by Nancy Sinatra

You keep saying you got something for me: something you call "love", but confess: you've been messing where you shouldn't have been messing, and now someone else is getting all your best. Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. One of these days these boots are going to walk all over you.

#2 "O.P.P." by Naughty by Nature


OPP, how can I explain it? I'll take you frame by frame it to have you all jumping, shall we sing it? O is for other, P is for people scratching temple. The last P, well that's not that simple. It's sort of like another way to call a cat a kitten. It's five little letters that are missing here. You get on occassion at the other party as a game and it seems I've got to start to explaining.

#3 "Sweet Child o' Mine" by Guns 'n' Roses

She's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place, and if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry. Whoah oh oh, sweet child of mine. Whoah oh oh oh, sweet love of mine.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Tears Claims of the United Nations

Okay, another week and another three songs mixed into a fine puree via the wonders of machine translation. Take the hodge-podge that results and guess what the originals were, would you? There's a dear.
#1 Let us not close our eyes when I kiss your mouth, soft legs, as in the past. I am desperately trying to prove that it is not so, but baby, baby, I know. Losing the feeling of love gcailleann Not bad love. To love you now understand that this is not enough, missing missing. Not bad.

#2 Do not let all this pain. Do not let the rain. Back and back and aoibh Garristown tears. I want to get your hand. And too heavy. Back to the night when I'm here beside me. The United Nations and Break My Heart. And tell us that love is a dangerous back when he went to the door and walked out of my life. Tears claims of the United Nations. I'll call room. UN and Break My Heart, My Heart.

#3 You can aoibh Garristown Smart to be wax. I firmly hold it, then you know how to solve. How do I cross the legs, you know that the bones. Aromatic odor that some information may be. Well, it would be useful. that you want to say that you do.

Possibly easier than last week, but they made me giggle. As always, the whiteness below holds the key.

#1: "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" by the Righteous Brothers

You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips, and there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips. You're trying hard not to show it, but baby, baby I know it. You've lost that loving feeling, whoah, that loving feeling. You've lost that loving feeling; now it's gone, gone, gone. Whoah.

#2: "Un-Break My Heart" by Toni Braxton

Don't leave me in all this pain. Don't leave me out in the rain. Come back and bring back my smile, come and take these tears away. I need your arms to hold me now. The nights are so unkind. Bring back those nights when I held you beside me. Un-break my heart, say you'll love me again, undo this hurt you caused when you walked out the door and walked out of my life. Un-cry these tears. I cried so many nights. Un-break my heart, my heart.

#3: "The Way You Do the Things You Do" by the Temptations

You got a smile so bright, you know you could have been a candle. I'm holding you so tight, you know you could have been a handle. The way you swept me off my feet, you know you could have been a broom. The way you smell so sweet, you know you could have been some perfume. Well, you could have been anything that you wanted to, and I can tell the way you do the things you do.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

You, As Well as the Criminal

So I've decided to tinker with the format again. Not much really except that from now on, I'll do one posting per week but with three songs in it, so that it's more of a 'quiz'. Other than that, it all works the same. So this week's three songs...
#1 No wonder that I love him. Is not it strange that people say, but when I saw that it depends on the fact that just did not see me cry. I want to die. Not always funny, but when you look at. You, as well as the criminal. If you want to love people, not funny. It happens every day. You do not say you do not see that happening all the time.

#2 I heard that tonight, but also hear Tom speak, but quiet reflection. Departure at 12:30. Lunar author points out the stars, to help guide my life. I stopped on the street, and I hope that older people in long-forgotten songs. . Let me say that the boy, hurry up and wait for you. "I'll tell you more. With a few hundred or more were made. Bye." The rain in Africa. It takes time to do some things in.

#3 Last night, and said: "Oh, my son still loves so much. Oh, if you feel well." Téim, that "My child, I know that the sun, or even: go to the door. I have about fifteen minutes. Child and now I feel that I do not know why. I'm not trying to be several kilometers. When people understand this." S friends did not understand very well. I do not understand his nephew. over, and I can not understand.

There you have it - three songs with nothing to do with each other. The answers are below, in the colour white so that you can't read them unless you highlight them.

#1: "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones

It's not unusual to be loved by anyone. It's not unusual to have fun with anyone, but when I see you hanging about with anyone, it's not unusual to see me cry. I want to die. It's not unusual to go out at any time, but when I see you out and about, it's just a crime. If you should ever want to be loved by anyone, it's not unusual. It happens every day. No matter what you say, you'll find it happens all the time.

#2: "Africa" by Toto

I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation. She's coming in 12:30 flight. The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation. I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies. He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you." It's going to take a lot to drag me away from you. There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do. I bless the rains down in Africa. It's going to take some time to do the things we never had.

#3: "Last Nite" by the Strokes

Last night, she said, "Oh, baby, I feel so down. Oh it turns me off when I feel left out." So I walked out: "Oh, baby, don't care anymore. I know this for sure: I'm walking out that door." Well, I've been in town for just about fifteen minutes now and baby, I feel so down and I don't know why. I keep walking for miles. See, people, they don't understand. No, girlfriends, they can't understand. Your grandsons, they won't understand. On top of this, I am never going to understand.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I Would Like to Market My Head

In this particular case, the original is such a wordathon that what survives is bound to be a strange mess of stuff. Not too difficult, if you happen to know the song.
From a plane at the airport Los Angeles, jumping is my dream coat. Welcome to the visibility of the country and over: Where, how we cope with this? It jumped a taxi. I am here for the first time. View my right to see the characters hollivood. It's so crazy, it seems all so familiar. Turner, my stomach and I feel a bit nostalgic. Weight of the project, I am very nervous, but when the driver starts on the radio and songs, strong - is today. J - men, and started the next one. Song Jianxin - men, as I put my deal: they ognetti behavior. On the fly, I would like to market my head "yes", "scary is your own, such as" yes, "how my hand, but his next race, I, and now I'll be OK. Yes, this is when the United States! Yes, this time in the United States!

Check out the big patch o' white below. Therein lies the original.

"Party in the USA" as performed by Miley Cyrus


I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan. Welcome to the land of fame and excess: whoa, am I going to fit in? Jumped in the cab. Here I am for the first time. Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign. This is all so crazy; everybody seems so famous. My tummy's turning and I'm feeling kinda homesick. Too much pressure and I'm nervous; that's when the taxi man turned on the radio and the Jay-Z song was on. And the Jay-Z song was on. And the Jay-Z song was on, so I put my hands up: they're playing my song. The butterflies fly away; I'm nodding my head like "Yeah," moving my hips like "Yeah!" Got my hands up; they're playing my song and now I'm gonna be okay. Yeah! It's a party in the U.S.A.! Yeah! It's a party in the U.S.A.!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

They Call Me That Soft Gel

Well this one's pretty simple, really. Just including it because the translation cracks me up. Has there ever been a song with lyrics more ridiculous than the original?
How we saffron crazy. Saffron and me crazy. How we saffron crazy. I am just crazy. They call me immature, yellow, that it is correct. They call me immature, yellow, that it is correct. They call me that soft gel. How we mud more than 14 years. Taking into account I was 14. How we mud more than 14 years. This is too crazy for me.

If you don't know, you can learn below. The text is in white; you just have to highlight.

"Mellow Yellow" as performed by Donovan

I'm just mad about Saffron. Saffron's mad about me. I'm just mad about Saffron. She's just mad about me. They call me mellow yellow, quite rightly. They call me mellow yellow, quite rightly. They call me mellow yellow. I'm just mad about Fourteen. Fourteen's mad about me. I'm just mad about Fourteen. She's just mad about me.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

All the Samples of the River

I think Google Translate is slowly improving. It seems like more and more often the song makes it through seven languages with enough intact to give away the game. Like this one, for example... it got translated from English into languages as diverse as Chinese, Icelandic and Yiddish before being translated back into English. And I figure you could still sing these distorted lyrics to the tune of the original. Of course, the original was gibberish too.
What is the word, "Baby, you're paradise to bird. Esgynbren Smile ice cream, but I think it is very good. In stage left and right, so reflected in the West. You know, some things special, and you seem to be the best. you to take part in a dance on the beach and through the Earth's rotation, dusty, more Oh the machine when you can get all the samples of the river on the Rio de Janeiro, you - do you dance. large.

What, pray tell, could this be? Check out the text in white below to see...

"Rio" as performed by Duran Duran

Moving on the floor now, babe, you're a bird of paradise. Cherry ice cream smile: I suppose it's very nice. With a step to your left and a flick to the right, you catch that mirror way out west. You know you're something special and you look like you're the best. Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand just like that river twisting through a dusty land, and when she shines she really shows you all she can. Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande.

Monday, November 16, 2009

What Time the Money was Missing

Okay, time again for the game in which we translate lyrics all asunder and ask you to decode them. Here's a pile of nonsense that, before machine translation, was less of a pile of nonsense. Back then, what was it?
You can find the Barracks grill. In other parts of the world to you. If you are behind the wheel of a car that you will get. Beautiful woman, beautiful home, you can get. We want you, oh, here I am? By the water that I gather. That the flow of water through. What time the money was missing. Long life in the flow of water down.

The answers are below, hidden by being white in colour. Highlighting them will reveal all.

"Once in a Lifetime" as performed by the Talking Heads

You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack. You may find yourself in another part of the world. You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile. You may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife. You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? Letting the days go by; let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by; water flowing underground. Into the blue again after the money's gone. Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Integration of Me

An interesting one this time: plenty of cogent phrases shine through from the original. It doesn't get changed radically, except for the catch line: that gets processed into salad...
Here in the heart and soul and we have. It is possible for the magazine, but you can see. Baby you see the shiny black car, when you need me there. And some on another, as always. I tell you I am forever. As I said, and have friends. I swear to be until the end. Now more than ever, and we both are not good. And the integration of me. And the integration of me.

What can this be? Highlight the white space below and all will be revelaed...

"Umbrella" as performed by Rihanna

You have my heart and we'll never be worlds apart. Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star. Baby because in the dark you can't see shiny cars, and that's when you need me there. With you I'll always share, because when the sun shines, we'll shine together. I told you I'll be here forever. I said I'll always be a friend. I took an oath; I'm going to stick it out till the end. Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other. You can stand under my umbrella. You can stand under my umbrella.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Livestock Experts are Here to Sweat

There is just too much awesomeness here. It reminds me of why I love machine translation. Half of these new sentences could be Zen koans. Really.
Me you and candy store. Malik your candy bar. Do not stop: "As long as you stay healthy. How you candy store. Far a taste of what I term a - what Track is all I need. How about the way to try my name or should I increase the temperature?? Vizuri , floor the next step, dance, jam, coffee, hot purse. This is when I will Easily off: if you want to adultery, whose sale or rental at the beach, or hotel garden is good for you. I love my magik Steak, I long for the doctor. to be your friend if they Exciting. you see me, "Behold, not a problem on the Split Reader behavior. When Livestock Experts are here to sweat and you play with one of wood. Children the best way I can: I hand in my mouth, my mother is not sure geotppuneyne cancel.

Go white if you're lost...

"Candy Shop" as performed by 50 Cent

I'll take you to the candy shop. I'll let you lick the lollipop. Go ahead girl, don't you stop: keep going till you hit the spot. I'll take you to the candy shop. Boy, one taste of what I got - I'll have you spending all you got. Keep going till you hit the spot. You can have it your way: how do you want it? Are you going to back that thing up, or should I push up on it? Temperature rising? Okay, let's go to the next level. Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle. I'll break it down for you now, baby; it's simple: if you'll be a nympho, I'll be a nympho in the hotel or in the back of the rental, on the beach or in the park: it's whatever you're into. I've got the magic stick; I'm the love doctor. Have your friends teasing you about how sprung I got you. Want to show me how you work it, baby? No problem: get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider. I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit. After you work up a sweat, you can play with the stick. I'm trying to explain, baby, the best way I can: I melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hands.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Belinda Must Beat the Best

I love this one. The new, coverted-and-perverted, lyrics are just way better in all ways than the original. They ought to rerecord it:
Finally, listen to good Cooperation Iceland is my invention of brand new. Give me something - tight run and orphans Missile daily walk. 'And avoid? Hey, I do not know. Close to power. Change, fire, light, such as stage and rock the microphone is to stupid. Speakers come and dance to break the cart. I like poisonous Mushrooms, I Killed your brain. Tune is a Deadly Medicine: players better than the crime. Not as good or weight will be determined. Belinda must beat the best, children, do not. Now I can not fix the problem. When linked to dj around.

Give up? The whiteness below reveals all...

"Ice Ice Baby" as performed by Vanilla Ice

All right: stop, collaborate and listen: Ice is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly, flow like a harpoon daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know. Turn off the lights and I'll glow. To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal, light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance go rush to the speaker that booms. I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom. Deadly when I play a dope melody: anything less than the best is a felony. Love it or leave it, you'd better gain weight. You'd better hit bullseye: the kid don't play. If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it. Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Existing Before the Chairman

Yet another. I like this one: it's pretty far removed from the original, but the original still peeks through... a word or two, here or there:
This is urgent and do cleaning: the best damn woman that I have him. Existing before the Chairman. It. Vision is to knock over my thigh. More comments against him without him saying that because of the Walls market, the earth, the pain in my heart. "We have created you rock my stand all night, the night is out eh.

Can you figure out what the original lyrics were and what the song is? Answers, as usual, in white:

"You Shook Me All Night Long" as performed by AC/DC

She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean: she was the best damn woman that I've ever seen. She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies, knocking me out with those American thighs. Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air, she told me to come but I was already there because the walls started shaking, the earth was quaking, my mind was aching, and we were making it and you shook me all night long. Yes, you shook me all night long.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

We Steamed the Sun

No fair cheating if you know Irish... Obviously Irish Gaelic was one of the seven languages this got mixed up through, as sometimes in going from language A to language B, a stray word gets left behind untranslated. Not pretty, but just another example of what happens when you translate something from one language to another to another to another... Not a difficult one today, by the way.
I was born in the city for people at sea, he will explain his life in the land under the water. We steamed the sun until we found the green sea waves, and we have. Fomhuirí experience of yellow. We are all from fomhuirí fomhuirí fomhuirí yellow yellow yellow. We are all from fomhuirí fomhuirí fomhuirí yellow yellow yellow.

Dunno? Answer in white below.

"Yellow Submarine" perfomed by the Beatles

In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told us of his life in the land of submarines, so we sailed on to the sun till we found the sea green, and we lived beneath the waves in our yellow submarine. We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine. We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

My Princess Comic

Another edition in the classic game that no-one's ever heard of... Take these garbled lyrics and guess what the original might have been... before Google Translate got to it...

You better. I think it was me. You better. I had thought. How do you install it. I do not know what I feel all right, or fail to do so, I think. You know that is important and has been hell and my princess comic. Me that I was right you know it. So if you can work better. I think I will have to talk all together.
Any idea? Well, the original can be found below in white. Just highlight the text and it magically appears, like invisible ink.

"Girlfriend" performed by Avril Lavigne

You’re so fine. I want you mine. You’re so delicious. I think about you all the time. You’re so addictive. Don’t you know what I could do to make you feel all right? Don’t pretend; I think you know I’m damn precious, and hell yeah, I’m the motherfucking princess. I can tell you like me too and you know I’m right. She’s, like, so whatever, and you could do so much better. I think we should get together now, and that’s what everyone’s talking about.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Deep Change Leaves One Man

Every bit as nonsensical as the original. In fact, perhaps a bit more meaningful.
If so, the story line of the night to hide the sunglasses do not see the weaving. At night if I knew the vision and the nuneului not wearing my sunglasses. But suddenly bit off his personal safety. I do not tell me and her around in the open. "Deep change leaves one man. 'S oh no not one black one in the dark. I can not believe that.

Give up? It's in white below.

"Sunglasses at Night" as performed by Corey Hart

I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can watch you weave then breathe your story lines. And I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can keep track of the visions in my eyes. While she's deceiving me, it cuts my security. Has she got control of me? I turn to her and say, "Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades, oh no. Don't masquerade with the guy in shades, oh no. I can't believe it because you've got it made with the guy in shades, oh no.

Friday, October 23, 2009

It Smells Like Crap

Not really that difficult, actually. If you know the song at all, you can figure it out. I do love how we get three synonyms for the same thing: 'crap', 'stool' and 'manure', and I'm completely mystified as to where Real Madrid came from.
Caroline, Caroline! All women are very very good, but some words in between and a half times what a pity you do not know or not. Yes, I said if you look inside it while the planet Tue, women, men, Madrid, Real Madrid, Real should be a part of our gold calculator. It smells like crap, but more deeply and smell the roses my stool. Yeah, roses really smell of manure.

What does it all mean? Let the whiteness below be your guide.

"Roses" as performed by Outkast

Caroline, Caroline! All the guys would say she's mighty fine, but mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time and the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short. Yes, now dig this: even though you'd need a golden calculator to divide the time it took to look inside and realize that real guys go for real down to Mars girls. I know you'd like to think your shit doesn't stink, but lean a little bit closer, see that roses really smell like poo-poo. Yes, roses really smell like poo-poo.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Shame-Reducing Crime Rates

Short and sweet. Okay, maybe not too sweet.
My son and heir of shame reducing crime rates. My son and heir, especially'm not do anything. You say how? I like every one else can go wrong, these things can keep your love should be.
What to make of that? Well, if you can't guess the song, check the white below.

"How Soon is Now?" performed by the Smiths

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. You shut your mouth; how can you say I go about things the wrong way? I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

You Herd the Hat Home

I'm just amazed at how good the grammar is on this one: all those translations across seven languages. The result makes no sense, but it does so with surprisingly few grammar errors.
September 3 that day and I know because I used to remember the day my father die. I know, but I do not hear anything bad about the possibilities I have not. Mother told the truth about me. Then touch his head and said my son is my father's rock and roll. You herd the hat home and all his death from me alone.

Give up? Highlight the white below to learn.

"Papa Was a Rollin' Stone" as performed by the Temptations

It was the third of September. That day I'll always remember, yes I will, because that was the day that my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him, never heard anything but bad things about him. Mama, I'm depending on you tell me the truth. And Mama just hung her head and said, "Son, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home, and when he died, all he left us was alone."

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Change Our Boring Page

I love this one. Somehow, garbled though the results are, the 'essence' of the original still manages to shine through.
Rail line that summer afternoon I found the player and then we sleep, very tired from the window until you see the dark to change our boring page and start talking. He said my son I stopped reading the faces of people and how to use their eyes in the card if I do not like and I believe that the ACE taste.'s The whiskey I'll give you some advice.

If you cannot guess which song this is, check the whiteness below.

"The Gambler" as performed by Kenny Rogers

On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere, I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep, so we took turns staring out the window at the darkness till boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. He said, "Son, I've made a life out of reading people's faces and knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes, so if you don't mind my saying, I can see you're out of aces. For a taste of your whiskey, I'll give you some advice."

Sunday, October 11, 2009

I Want to Take Your Container

A great one, this. Pleasantly surreal lyrics born, via Google Translate, of not-especially-surreal lyrics. The results make no sense and I love them.
Your child's body good to go out from morning until evening invalid. You have no experience. Leave everything and I will show what a. You are not rich and my daughter. You can not control my magic world. My signature line. I want to take your container.
The original can be found smiling happily in white below...

"Kiss" as performed by Prince.

You don't have to be beautiful to turn me on; I just need your body, baby, from dusk till dawn. You don't need experience to turn me out. You just leave it all up to me; I'm going to show you what it's all about. You don't have to be rich to be my girl. You don't have to be cool to rule my world. There is no particular sign I'm more compatible with. I just want your extra time and your kiss.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Positive Improvement of Physical Freckles

This song, garbled through translation across seven languages then back to English, actually results in some very complete sentences that bear no real relation to the originals. Which song could this be, lost in Google translation?
Fortunately, before you were born, may be interested in a long distance. Fortunately, I am really blessed with foreigners. Baby, I want you to calculate the positive improvement of physical freckles. 10 million people will love, never mind. I can afford? Anytime, anywhere, and we allow you to feel close to you and I resolved, my love. In addition, the memory here, I do not care. You, but this agreement, my love of the game can be heard all the time.

To find out, check the answers in white below...

"Whenever Wherever" as performed by Shakira
Lucky you were born that far away so we could both make fun of distance. Lucky that I love a foreign land for the lucky fact of your existence. Baby, I would climb the Andes solely to count the freckles on your body. Never could imagine there were only ten million ways to love somebody. Can't you see I'm at your feet? Whenever, wherever we're meant to be together, I'll be there and you'll be near, and that's the deal, my dear. There over, here under, you'll never have to wonder. We can always play by ear, but that's the deal, my dear.

Monday, October 5, 2009

If You are Only in the URL?

It's very strange how much gets chopped out in this language salad. The resulting lyrics here are so much shorter than the originals.
If you know the name, when there in all the glory? If you have only one problem is that want to say? Yes, God is great. Yes, God is good. Right, right, right, right. If God is the one? If you are only in the URL? Only foreigners?
Which song is this? Highlight the white text below to see...
"One of Us" as performed by Joan Osborne
If God had a name, what would it be and would you call it to his face if you were faced with him in all his glory? What would you ask if you had just one question? And yeah yeah, God is great. Yeah yeah, God is good. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home?

Friday, October 2, 2009

I Love Animals

Would be very difficult if it weren't for that one complete giveaway line here. Oh well. Still, good fun.
You want to cut. You can insult me. You can make little impact. I can complex. Please, help me not the reason for my failure. To help, I do not sell my soul. I can help you: just me, leaving me very useful. I love animals, you're going. I want you inside me. I love animals, you're going. It was my fault. You took me closer to God.
Look to the whiteness below, where an answer can be found.

"Closer" as performed by Nine Inch Nails
You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you. Help me; I broke apart my insides. Help me; I’ve got no soul to sell. Help me: the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself. I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside. I want to fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You get me closer to God.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

After Smoking and Regulations

Okay, this one's maybe a bit more difficult. Depending, of course, on your taste in music. It's well-known enough though.

I can get water for their armed forces do not want to fight me. They are intended to affect the time limit is right behind. Because, after smoking and regulations in my mind I can not forget the night. And the information you need from your eyes tell me not to bother.

Answers below in, funnily enough, white.

"Seven Nation Army" as performed by the White Stripes


I'm going to fight them all; a nation army couldn't hold me back. They're going to rip it off, taking their time right behind my back. And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget; back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette. And the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

I Mentioned Religion

More philosophy from the depths of the computer brain. Music lyrics are so often meaningless anyway. Really, what have we lost?

This kind of life: More than I can. To go the distance for me. But I am also. I have them. Yes, in my corner, I mentioned religion, I draw your attention, you have to compete, then I do not know if I can. However, he said, we are not enough.
In white, we can the answers learn...

"Losing my Religion" as performed by R.E.M.

Life is bigger: it's bigger than you, and you are not me. The lengths that I will go to; the distance in your eyes. Oh no, I've said too much. I set it up. That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight losing my religion, trying to keep up with you, and I don't know if I can do it. Oh no, I've said too much; I haven't said enough.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I am on the Fire

There's a very certain kind of surrealism going on in these modified lyrics. I wonder if they'd have been as successful? Plus, whatever 'chinichini' means, I'm thinking of naming my daughter it.

I'm sorry you think I dream every night. I understand. In each place, and the different chinichini us, you start signal. The Far East, where you will, you say, I am on the fire. This time you open the door, in my head and heart to continue.

And of course we know by now that all answers can be found in white below...

"My Heart Will Go On" as performed by Celine Dion

Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you go on. Far across the distance and spaces between us, you have come to show you go on. Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on. Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

If the President Will Discuss

A few changes! All good changes too. Firstly, I'm increasing the frequency of this blog from once a week to once every three days. I'm also increasing the number of filter languages from 5 to 7. And I'm not bothering to list exactly which languages they are - who cares anyway, right? Also, wherever possible, I'm going to link directly to BMI or ASCAP sites for copyright info.

So without further ado... this one is pretty easy.
Hey, I do not know why I came here to spend the night. I feel bad. I am worried that if the President, will discuss how I can down the stairs. Well, I drive, I Center'm mobile comics here you.
Answer below in white.

"Stuck in the Middle With You" as performed by Stealers Wheel.

Well, I don't know why I came here tonight. I’ve got the feeling that something isn’t right. I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, and I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs. Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right: here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

You Love Her for Her Money

Well, there was certainly an evolution of sorts here this time. As it went from English to English through the middlemen of Hungarian, Norwegian, Ukrainian, Korean and Vietnamese... it became a pretty different story really. A lot more, er, abstract.
Tommy the harbor. Union has been impressive, because ... It is very unfortunate. Or working lunch with the husband working all day, you love her for her money when he is home ... Love. He said: "Because of you I do not care it is important to us. I went to a lot of talk about that. I love the opportunity for one of the means.
Certainly a story for the ages. The great American Novel, as it were... take two. For take one, look at the cleverly-concealed white text located immediately below.

"Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi
Written by Jon Bongiovi, Richard Sambora, Desmond Child

Tommy used to work on the docks. Union's been on strike; he's down on his luck...its tough, so tough. Gina works the diner all day; working for her man, she brings home her pay for love... for love. She says "We've got to hold on to what we've got because it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got each other, and that's a lot. For love, we'll give it a shot."

Sunday, September 6, 2009

The Unfortunate Bystanders to My Confusion

Well, this week's is a tiny little one, and pretty easy too. Its particular journey through the languages went from English to Galician to Hindi to Arabic to Finnish to Japanese before coming back to English. The result is barely longer than a sentence... funny how that happened. Not that much of a challenge either, really.
First, it is anti-Christ, I am anarchist. What I do not know what to do about it. I will destroy the unfortunate bystanders to my confusion.
As usual, the answer is right below this paragraph here, dressed in white.

"Anarchy In The UK" by the Sex Pistols
Written by Steve Jones, Glen Matlock, John Lydon, Paul Cook

I am an Antichrist and I am an anarchist. I don't know what I want, but I know how to get it. I wanna destroy passers-by because I, I want to be anarchy.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Ph.D. of the State of California

This one is just deep-fried awesomeness. A long verse, filtered from English through French, then Arabic, then Thai, then Hebrew, then Portuguese before coming back to something resembling English. Actually, the translator did a pretty good job this time around - in some cases preserving rhymes and keeping whole phrases.
Allow me to welcome all people as untouchable as Elliot Wild West NIS road to success is your ear drum was beating in my chest. Pack your jacket, Jim is already in the city of sex We in the country with the bomb ass beat until Sunday the state will find the dance floor empty and pimps of the Green: meat without fat, the average use in cash machines chai I was playing football in ten years, since using rap miels Sassoon. It is now 95, show me one time and I steal a diamond Liberace all good research, the discovery of the Gulf. If you pay a city to city. on the limit, and if you feel the same. Ph.D. of the State of California.
Wonderful, right? Almost better than the original... which is? Which is hidden in white below. Highlight to check...

"California Love" by 2Pac
Written by Cocker, Hooks, Hudson, Shakur, Stainton, Troutman, Troutman

Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West: a state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness. The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest. Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex. We're in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat; the state where you never find a dance floor empty, and pimps are on a mission for those greens: lean mean money making machines serving fiends. I've been in the game for ten years making rap tunes ever since honeys were wearing Sassoon. Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me: diamonds shining, looking like I robbed Liberace. It's all good from Diego to the Bay. Your city is the bomb if your city is making pay. Throw up a finger if you feel the same way. Dre putting it down for California.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

He Participates in a Necklace

Okay, another verse of a song filtered through the haze of five different languages. Our journey today takes us from English to Arabic, then to Polish and off to Maltese, after that Chinese (Simplified) and some Estonian before landing back to English. Well, Pidgin English anyway.

What that mix gives us this time is as follows:

I change my life once. This is a very good feeling to play a significant role, this is the right one. He participates in a necklace with my favorite winter coat, wind in my view. I see the way children do not have enough food. I am a fake, who is blind, does not want to see their needs?

Sage words to be sure. But what was the original? It's hidden in white below:

"Man In The Mirror" by Michael Jackson
written by Glen Ballard and Siedah Garrett

I'm going to make a change for once in my life. It's going to feel real good, it's going to make a difference, it's going to make it right. As I turn up the collar on my favourite winter coat, this wind is blowing my mind. I see the kids in the street with not enough to eat. Who am I to be blind pretending not to see their needs?

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Stinking Hot Weather

A nice easy introduction for us here. The first verse of a famous song, originally English, translated into Danish, then Japanese, then Spanish, then Russian, then Thai and then back to English:
I was a dark desert highway, Colita frigid wind up stinking hot weather. I was far more, see a brighter light, if nature is dark and heavy in head catch on the night. It stood at the door mission bell I heard I think one of the two. "For heaven or hell," she then shining a candle to show me the door. Voice in the back of the room and I thought I heard ...
Amazing how much of the original survived all of these languages intact, isn't it?

The answer is below, hidden in white. Highlight it to read it.

"Hotel California" by the Eagles
written by Don Felder, Don Henley, Glenn Lewis Frey

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim; I had to stop for the night. There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell, and I was thinking to myself, "this could be heaven or this could be hell." Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way. There were voices down the corridor; I thought I heard them say...

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Lost in Google Translation: an Introduction

This is an old game I used to play back in the days of BabelFish: testing its automated language translation services by putting a bit of text through a variety of languages and looking at the end result, which had invariably been chewed up beyond recognition. The results often had a mysterious poetry to them, in fact, but were clearly nonsense.

Google's translation service is, I must admit, light years ahead. So much so, in fact, that a single test of translating text from English into Language X and then back again would result in text 95% identical to the original. So no good, then. Instead, I subject texts to a translation through five languages before reconverting it to English. The results are, well, much more abstract.

Each entry in this blog is a verse from a popular song (with slight modifications to grammar and punctuation to make complete sentences) translated through five different languages before being reconverted to English. Your job is merely to look at the results and see if you can't guess which song you're currently viewing, lost in Google Translation.

As an example, then, here are the first three paragraphs of this entry after being translated from English to Maltese, then to Korean, then to Hindi, then to Romanian, then to Turkish and then back to our friend English. Well, let's put that "English" in quotation marks...

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