An algorithmic approach to poetry composition using classic rock lyrics and google translator
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
L.A. Woman
English ->Japanese ->English ->Japanese ->English ->Japanese ->English ->Japanese ->English
Well, I'm in town an hour ago
Face the wind around Tok, please see
Hollywood bungalow where girls?
You lucky little woman is a city of light or what?
Or, another lost angel
Night town
Night town
Night town
Night town
Woo, come on
Vomit girl
Vomit girl
Sunday afternoon, the woman spit
Sunday afternoon, the woman spit
Sunday afternoon, the woman spit
Kantorisaidodoraibu
Your Blues
Your blues, yeah
Your blue, blue, blues
Your Blues
Oh well
In addition, please see my hair on fire
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are lying
Shut down your highway driving
Midnight alleys roam
Police cars, topless bars
Never saw a woman
It's only just so
It's only just so
Motel money, murder madness
Let's change the mood of sadness and happiness from
Mr. Mojo, Misutamojo rise
Mr. Mojo, Misutamojo rise
I may continue to rise
Mr. Mojo, Misutamojo rise
Mojo rising, rising mojo
Mr. Mojo rising current continues to rise
Riding, horse riding
Riding Gone Riding
Riding Gone Riding
I gotta a horse
Now, riding
I, yeah, the board dove
Woah
Yeah
Well, I'm in town an hour ago
When the wind blows around the face of Tok, please see
Hollywood bungalow where girls?
You lucky little woman is a city of light or what?
Or, another lost angel
Night town
Night town
Night town
Night town
Woah, come on
Vomit girl
Vomit girl
My daughter is a girl vomiting
Vomit vomit girl woman Ohio
Los Angeles
Woman, Woman
Spit women come
Original Lyrics: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/l-a-woman-lyrics-the-doors/c57001a1971ecb8448256897003317c4
Labels:
Classic Rock,
The Doors
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