Fun With Mangled Lyrics

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: RangerSteve
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 06:51 PM

Help! I can't stop!

They me in films to use you.
They will a large star of me.
They form a film of a man who is sad and only.
ANd all that I make must function naturally.

Me bet which they will be me a large star.
A Oscar could gain you, cannot never say.
The film which a large star will form me,
because I can play the role so well.

I expect that come you, me in films see.
Because I then see simply the woman.
You it imbecile to which strikes great time.
ANd all when I make has to most function naturally.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 06:48 PM

Oh, Lawd, Dick Cheney, Bam-ba-lamb (2x)
Dick Cheney went a huntin', Bam-ba-lamb(2x)
Bagged himself a lawyer, Bam-ba-lamb(2x)
But he hasn't died yet......
Dick Cheney where'd you shoot from?


OH -, Lawd, Cheney, Bam-Ba-Lamm (2x)   
Cheney huntin 'est allé épais épais, le Bam-Ba-lamb (2x),   
lui einsackte un avocat, Bam-Ba-lamb (2x),   
mais il n'est mourant pas encore......,   
Where'd épais Cheney qui vous germent?

Incidentally, it appears the French have no Dick...

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 06:41 PM

These are truly thoroughly folked up songs...

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Steve-o
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 06:33 PM

I its of return in D support
Where a friend a his friend
Where D longhorn cattle returns still
Outside on D of Jimson to bad grasses
Back in D support
Me its slightly assembles again D
Totin' outdistances my forty-furnace
Where sleep us still old again jed night
And D only law its enough
Back in D support

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: RangerSteve
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 06:25 PM

America the country which me body a god. Be has dimension of their and outward jouney them of in top them by the night with a light. Mountains of the meadow, Has the ocean knows with foam rubber. A god to bless my tete of America house know.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: RangerSteve
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 06:22 PM

I have meeting him one party and my heart were still
Da do run run run, da do run run.      
Somebody told me which that its name invoices.
Da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron.

Yeah, my heart was which has still admitted, Has of Yeah, its name, was an invoice and him me east went the house.
Da do run run run, da do run run.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: frogprince
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 04:13 PM

This one turned out to be pretty easy:

Where did all flowers go? Long time exceeding.
Where did all flowers go? Before long time.
Where did all flowers go? Young girls selected it, ev'ry.
When do they learn at all? When do they learn at all?

Where did all young girls go? Long time exceeding.
Where did all young girls go? Before long time.
Where did all young girls go? Gone to young men ev'ry.
When do they learn at all? When do they learn at all?

Where did all young men go? Long time exceeding.
Where did all young men go? Before long time.
Where did all young men go? Gone to soldiers ev'ry.
When do they learn at all? When do they learn at all?

Where did all soldiers go? Long time exceeding.
Where did all soldiers go? Before long time.
Where did all soldiers go? Gone to the Graveyards, ev'ry.
When do they learn at all? When do they learn at all?

Where did all Graveyards go? Long time exceeding.
Where did all Graveyards go? Before long time.
Where did all Graveyards go? Gone to the flowers, ev'ry.
When do they learn at all? When do they learn at all?

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: gnomad
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 03:20 PM

* Litany Dalesmans
hard, if of the people not not work to find to be able,
in which they to raise and put at the world,
when I young, to always think I,
bide I' ld under fruit and corn,
but I to force, for in the city working,
so here my litany,
trunk and Halifax, and hell, good Lord, delivering me.

When I sought of Mary Jane,
he did not say a day, with of Squire with of Th' old
"me has sector for wedded people,
chooses, if wed, or the stay"
me that not to let leave could that I liked,
therefore at the city owed us,
of the trunk and Halifax to flee,
and delivers the hell, good Lord, me.

I worked in Leeds and Huddersfield,
and damaged brass honest,
in Bradford, Keighley, Rotherham,
I have my children and to want to say left held,
are me all the three round-offs Ing RID
and at once that I went to the sea,
to forge, with the mills and veils of the ships,
the good Lord, delivers to me travelled.

I went the night by of Sheffieldwege,
was ' T like its in the hell precisely,
where furnaces of the languages of fire pushed,
and howled as the crane,
I fell dug coal in Barnsleygrube,
with dirtiness to my knee,
of Sheffield, Barnsley, Rotherham,
the good Lord, delivers me.

I have an expansion of fog on of Leedsbruecke,
to have seen as thick, as a soup of the Bastille,
me to have lived, where people,
as of rabbits in a basket to swim
considering to the bottom thus me have snow Bradfordkessel,
black slowed down were far, as the ebony wood,
of Hunslet, Holbeck, Durchhang Wibsey,
good Lord, me to deliver.

And now our children all rose,
to the country are turned over us,
there is to slow down forty miles heathery festmachn,
' Twixt us and the coal wells
and there me by fire sat the night,
I laugh and cry glee,
of the trunk and Halifax, and with hell,
the good Lord, to deliver me.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: fat B****rd
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 03:12 PM

It esy left more largely and bonny left and it mogen beerand its name Cushy Butterfield is me desire since it was here.
Well, anyway it is me first try.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Duane D.
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:58 PM

Little baby of silences, not it cry,
To know to him that the your mom was carried to die
Around all my attempts, its Lord, soon more rueber

Too much late, my brothers
Worries too late,
However of all my attempts, Lord, his soon never again rueber

If the religion became a thing which Rich buy
Of the money could, saw was and who arm
All my attempts, Lord, its would die soon more rueber

I have a small book, me given more rueber
And each side freedom
All my attempts was spelled, Lord, his soon

There is a tree in Paradies
And Pilgrims him calls soon the tree of the life
All my attempts, Lord, his more rueber

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:36 PM

It might be an idea to put the title of the song though

Well, whoever threw it together meant it to be a game. It's a challenge to see who's song-savvy enough to guess the titles, even based on the horrible renditions.

But I second that. Maybe posting the title WOULD be a good idea.

And line-breaks. :) Gotta love line-breaks.

Slán,

~Fionn

www.geocities.com/children_of_lir

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Duane D.
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:24 PM

My whole life a circle;
Sunrise and to lay down sun;
The moon rolls by the nighttime;
Until the starter of crack of day comes around.

My whole life a circle;
But I cannot declare you why;
Season more which slips by again;
Jahrunterhaltrollin ' beyond that.

It seems, such as I was here front;
I cannot remember when;
But I have this merry feeling;
That all we are together again.
No right straight line forms my life;
And all my roads have closed loops;
There are no clearly cut beginnings;
And until now step of Dead-ends.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: GUEST,jojofolkagogo
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:23 PM

I just LUV it !!! Great fun and good reading !!

It might be an idea to put the title of the song though, I dont know all of these and are hard to recognize !

Nice One
jo
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Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: GUEST
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:17 PM

Ijust luv it -Great fun!
mightbe good to say what the song is though !

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Duane D.
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 02:15 PM

the version one of NUTS was there left and bonnielass, made the version one of nuts with group, and it drew it height, and it drew it low, and it drew it, where they hang. ', until tired in detail, it put to him doon and slept below wood, as to beyond three lusty young men came, three lusty young men and with that strongly. OH - which embraced the first its lips rosigen, thought to him is wasnaunrecht. * it it second unloosed to measure Mieder to them, which to become to sew with silk. And what Third that to leave did, none in these Song is started. But the lassy wakened fright, and she says that I slept too a long time.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Duane D.
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 01:59 PM

* ON BLUE the MOUNTAIN one of the morning, to come hanging a one morning to you, over morning in May overheard I one to marry a man zu with a girl statement, that "you from of to be born high, pretty Katie and in collaboration with me on the blue Allegheny mountain,", which I you a horse, to like to buy, and a support aiming to go up to buy I another' N, for by your side assembling to us each Tavern to stop and drink, if us on blue mountain dryness, to go Katie and I "good, to make to a step their mother then, in anger they" girl, expensive girl, it one to marry man moreover, * it it mother Allegheny "" OH -, expensive mother, it it it man of my heart not the one terrible a dishonour for me and my love zum to distribute I any woman, that indeed I on blue the mountain zum in Allegheny to see", which it it last marks I to see he probably, he becoming seller, around Katie, its favourite to go up to envy, there by its side has to laugh and one to sing and happy, on blue the mountain zum in Allegheny us on the left in front of starter of crack on a free buckskin and roan last high shivering Kiefern, where mockingbirds behind dark port-hole aechzen, where eye never to see you on that.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 01:14 PM

GOOD one Amos. :D

(And you used line breaks... :::LURV!::: )

Slán,

~Fionn

www.geocities.com/children_of_lir

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 01:07 PM

PULL to COie de Tim Finnegan

FINN used gentleman in Walkin ' of the road
A, Irish, ungerad powerfully;
It had to be enough itself and to waive brogue of decrease and at the world that it carried hod.
Now Tim kind has love-worth tipplin '
with a love of the Whiskys had that he became born above,
around each day to help and it with its work,
it a "decrease thur, which became cray" from the each morning.

darn of choWhack of fol O,
your shoes shake dance at its Partnerwhirl the soil;
It was not the truth, which I had explained to you
divide in lots the pleasure at the goose of Finn of the trace!

Mornin ' Tim was feelin ', that fully is
its head, was heavy, which informed it at the vibration;
He is driving service leader pleases
and its crâne broke,
and he has it for the house carried its body, in order to wake itself.
They rolled it in top in a nice clean sheet
and it to have outside after the bed
posed gallon of whiskey to its feet and a barrel bagagiste at its head.

cho:

Its friend at the trace and at Mrs. Finnegan,
who was asked into tay the received lunch
first it, and in farmhand shank together
then whistle -, tobacco and Whiskydurchschlag.
Biddy O ' Brien considered braillent
"a so nice clean body, imprisoned you of the whole one?
"O Tim mavourneen, why you died?",
Arragh judge it gob meant for the McGhee Paddy!

cho:

Then Maggie O ' Connor has the work taken
"O Biddy," meant "you has injustice, I is"
Biddy safe upward, it toward the left one gave it a belt in gob
and in it sprawlin ' on the soil.
And then the war committed itself soon to '
Mrs. Twas to the woman, and at humans to equip
Shillelagh law was whole rage,
and a row and ruction soon began.

cho:

Ducked Mickey Maloney its head if noggin,
which the Whiskys at him steered,
it were missing and on the bed, which absent-minded alcohol UeberTim falls!
The body animates still! See, how it rises!
Timotheegras it, which waives itself from the bed,
indicates "whirls it whiskey over as Thanum flames Dhul!
Made you it thunk, for that dead I is?",

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Emma B
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:34 PM

You know OH- or do not make it you
These new not liked depositor that we Elsie Thompson have,
Him them name are
And them help us doffers with each framework

Coils IH fol R
Coils IH fol ray
And each morning, if it it to enter,
Hang around their layer on the most pin
Rotations,to consider their friends
Who say, "verflucht you, doffers, bind in top your ends!"
And then, our chief it comes
Who his legs "are folded" completely "in top" as an old ass of Sticks his head around the door
With "bolts your ends, doffers,"

Howls to him finally

"Aloud inside to you our ends which us surely,
Because us lions
However not into high our ends in Elsie Thompson for you and we again leave our frameworks
One period of waiting for of Elsie Thompson return


I think they're coming to take me away............

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Mr Happy
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:20 PM

OH -, the summer time comes, and the trees blossom to devagar, and the wild Gebirgsthymian ascends in redor of the grass of urze that it blossoms. Choir: they go to go of raparigas? E we go to take off it all Gebirgsthymian completely wild in redor of the grass of urze that it blossoms, we go you together of raparigas, to go? 2, Estabeleço my love a Bower yon to the free ones and the crystal wells, and on it I accumulate all the flowers of the mountain to the 3. If my love just, it does not have me, me finds certainly others, to take off Gebirgsthymian completely wild in redor of the grass of urze that it blossoms. 4. OH -, the summer time comes and the wild trees blossom to devagar and the Gebirgsthymian ascends in redor of the grass of urze that it blossoms.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:05 PM

Here's a good one:

Cigarette and of the Whisky and wild wild of the woman,
It it to move you they to lead, lead alienated you
Cigarette and Whisky and wild savage woman
they to move you they to lead, lead alienated you,

At once that I happy and good a woman
I to be enough last money I for the life,
I one gallon to meet and us on Spree
outward journey they to inform me, that around Whisky to smoke and drink

And now I weak and defective with age
The line on my face a good writing side to train I leavin ' this history, like sad however,
Juste on woman and Whisky and that they to make cigarette and Whisky...

To write you on the cross amndt with the head of my tomb
For woman and Whisky to find here a bad sklavennehmen,
Which to inform, that dear Fremdnehmen, which dear friend then to inform,
In large letter this fine word to write

Slán,

~Fionn

www.geocities.com/children_of_lir

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:05 PM

A woman is branchy a tree                                        And a man with particular wall,

luv it!

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Emma B
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 12:02 PM

All you suitably and if if tender girls                           Who flower in your head, come the highest perfection             Pay attention, to pay attention, not to consider your fair garden    To leave of man in your Thymian, of Thymian to fly like                                                         

If your Thymian is old and if gone                                  It is not interested more in you,to you                           And in each place, in whom your garden with a diffusion was Completely more rueber surplus with Street, Street   
                                                                     A woman is branchy a tree                                        And a man with particular wall, wall                              And of him establishments takes imprudently                         It what can find it to find

Addictive ? errrrr...............

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Mr Happy
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:57 AM

I when my knapsack mountain track/truck of my back section which loves the thing which is sung and I go simultaneously, wandering about alongside me love the fact that it goes. Cho: My knapsack of the rah my back section of da of ree and Val of da of ha ha of rah of da of ree and Val of da of Val of rah of da of ree and Val of da of Val ha ha ha Val. The fact that you wander about with the flow which dances with the sun which calls my happy song where I am delightful so that come and connect in me, is loved. I shake those where I meet in me, entirely inclination my hat. Bluebird is loud so from all wood of the green wood, calls the candy. With the ‚Ð beam the high overhead costs where it flies, you do not go to bed under any condition at the house, but with o'er us you walk and in order to turn worldwide, exactly like me, you love the fact that you sing. Well, me perhaps you laugh, Ohio state which is always sung with me perhaps that you wander about to the day when it dies under the clear blue sky of God, me, it goes,!

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: gnomad
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:35 AM

Good sailors sing of Songs of lassies and a courage and fortunes, as the sea their hearts with courage to make powerful letters fill that I Song of a sailor sings however that I met in Jamaica which examined the ƒÄ more courageous +dˆeëèl the courageous one in all the seven seas. * happy Jacks undrinkable Ale powerful a sup to use the wind in your veil, the this happy Jacks undrinkable Ale. Our captain tested once tankard Jacks powerful of the Potion a whole which it seemed towards the line, therefore we awoke all naps left to insert us, in Screams in our manner of captain in the nest that let us sing in top tried to him to fly with the wind and become died to him finished. The Chorus of this Ale was as dark as one night without the moon in December which is as bitter as a man who lost his pizzle in May which is also strong, like six horses, like land-mark and evils, which of Judas ask those drinkers worldliest Jacks, she most surely says. * Chorus I segelte with a young man, who high and also broad, that Pint the mountain one of a half a this sailor downwards after a knee to place, which to pay attention to us, while it so white that high Klippen Dover itself to turn and old Jacks like blue powerful gift sea warf-oben. Chorus I tested once a casing of Jacks demonic invention, but to slip by I believed that I awoke me with a chicken, two ducks had precisely, a lamb and the bovine one by which sights on their faces that I must have had a good night.

Well, the last line says it all.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: JennyO
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:33 AM

Water in is not broad, me can oer, I wings A flies gives me can and the two rudders, my loves and I receive a ship are there and it is deeply charged segelt the sea, it it can be at which major point but not thus deeply, since those know inside the loves me me are, not if I go down or I swim leaned my back above a oak thinking that trusty a tree was it, but it folded initially and then broke him, therefore my love examines a boat to which from two transport false to me made me has fingers in a soft shrub the most suitable flower N to mir ein Boot, das zwei transportieren kann und beide rudern, meine Liebe und I erhalten Ein Schiff sleeps STI und sy segelt das Meer, das sy tief geladen wird, wie tief centre kann river mouth nicht also tief, da die Liebe ich innen ich wissen sind, nicht wenn ich sinke oder schwimme Ich lehnte meine Rueckseite year einer denkenden Eiche, dass are ein trusty Baum war, river mouth zuerst are verbog und dann are brach, also meine Liebe prueft falsches zu to mir tat Ich erreichte meinen Finger in irgendeinen weichen Busch die angemessenste Blume zur Entdeckung denkend, die ich meinen Finger zum Knochen und on the left with the flower the most suitable OH- has piqu� go is imposing and of the loves of the loves is homosexual friendly like jewel, if it is initially new, but the love rises old and the cold owes einwaechst and far as the cables of morning verblaesst I goes border, while you owe free loves I a man, me do not like which, owes I is carried, therefore a small art number with regard to the loves a man who' ll cut my heart if rotation of higher part of shell of heart of the money bells come then my for loves, you too me pinks in the cloudy direction then flower for the winter my return of love to me

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:32 AM

Hmm...

Forgot to suggest this: it might be advisable to insert line-breaks before pasting results.

The whole massive text-block gets a little hard on the eyes, especially if it's a long song...

Just a thought.

Slán,

~Fionn

www.geocities.com/children_of_lir

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Mr Happy
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:29 AM

I was surplus Snowdon, I slept on Crowdon, I was which it were located with camp Waynestones also I I have sunbathed on the kind-hearted, after 4 sgorel to the cinder and many more to things I can say my rucksack I have oft, will be which me pillow a heather it has oft, they will be which me bed and more soon than part of mountains 4 I thinks was sufficiently dead CH: I will be rambler, I will be rambler from road manchester, I is which I obtain by all me pleasure the difficult road moorland I I can be wageslave on Monday but I will be man on Sunday in the daytime was freely valid ending and I was nichkhodyashchim downward Grinesbrook exactly of the upper Tor when voice it began to cry "hey you" in the road, was which keepers they make it and the poorest side that always I saw things that it he said was unpleasant in the teeth of its fury iego of the aforesaid "more soon than part of mountains 4 they think 4 will be sufficiently dead" it it called me I will stitch and said "think thought grouse" grow prettier I, but me still not smogl to see why completely is kinder-hearted intelligence officer moors roundabout I could not accept and poor grouse and 4 he said "completely this earth will be my original" on that, I is which it stood tryastiyushch my head no person it has right to its own mountains more than the deep bed of ocean Ii1 of times it loved maid, welder spot by trade, it was which valid in proportion to rowan in tsveteni and tsveteni of its eye it observed the blue sky Moreland I it wooed it from April until June on the day that we they must be after we married by me send for ramble instead of for more soon than part of the mountains I I think 4 will be sufficiently dead so I I will take a walk where 4 mountains of will surplus and hill and 4 I will lie where the fern -orl4k deep 4 it belongs to the mountains, the clear going fountains where the gray lie of rocks ragged and steep I saw white hares in gullys and the overhead expenses of mukhy curlew high and more soon than part of mountains 4 I thinks was sufficiently dead.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: JennyO
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:27 AM

A amp�reheure, cracklin of ' Turned pink to receive ' slowly ' with the panel will assemble it to us, until there is to go no more, takin ' and the Lord not not to know itself to sing you me to have which a time with the Hitchin injury of a poor fellow is not here ' on a train of paddle nothin ' these I Obacht taking along, a song, perhaps, if I do not need, of step of man for a happy melody requires statement wishes OH- I loves my Rosie child received you to it manner of forming me fortunately you and me go us in to a type of Cracklin women bought Of Liedunterhaelte runnin ' on a play maintaining to him, play it now, play it my Cracklin baby ' of Rosie form ' now ' me to smile and a girl, if all lasts a long time an hour, wells, well of the ' cause are which, us harms to receive, the world right to adjust find to us a dream that it is not any question which does not place, received yeah OH- I the loves my Rosie child you it manner, me to train you fortunately and me goes us in to a type of pink Cracklin ' who are you a memory, the woman are bought, but you leave me like Guitarre hummin to sing ', therefore you hang above to me girl, the our daughter, if all lasts an hour a long time, well, well ' of the cause is which, us harms to receive, the world right adjusts finds to us a dream that not one to require around of Bababababa Babababababababa-Baba, do not require more Bababa, Bababa Bababababababa-Baba, Bababa-Baba

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: JennyO
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:20 AM

My young love did not say to me, "my mother worries" too much "and my father becomes you for your lack of kind" and of him took a step "not slightly" far from me and this one which she said: It in is not, a love, until the day "does a step a long time far our marriage it from me and it moved by the fair and vernarrt I paid attention his movement here and movement there and then it turned heimwaerts with a star the evening on the sea the people said waked up like animated Schwan, wed both who were more e' er, but one had one ensures which was never meant and I smiled, while it with their goods and its pinion exceeded, and which was the last that I saw liking my. Evening came yesterday too it me, came my loves dead it to enter so gently that their feet not of DIN, while it put its hand on me and this one which it said that "il is not a long time, loves, until day" forms ' our marriage '

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:16 AM

Feh. You'll be back. :)

Slán,

~Fionn

www.geocities.com/children_of_lir

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Don(Wyziwyg)T
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:13 AM

Christ, this is addictive. I'm out of here

Don T.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Don(Wyziwyg)T
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:10 AM

BANTAMCHahn

1. * it a Bantamhahn musculus rectus abdominis, therefore animated, and rigid, and a spry, with a springy stage and a feschen plume, and suitable a sight in its eye, its small black eye, it. I took

2 with the basket, and introduced with him to my broad seventeen eyed hens, tupped him, and him tupped, like tups Hero, then it folded it size with them all and then, upped him, and him tupped ' with EM of all still, him.

3. And then after the peace of me and me geese, it disturbed ducks rudely, SPIRITS eye glasig-glaenzendes and opened opening, they perforate them all fortitude, and a small number of the thanks, them.

4. It jumped my Kichernguinegefluegel and, my twenty hysterical of Besuchswander- and Truthaehne Swan forced its attention, but Bantam which was thundered above, it made. *

5. it ravished my fantailtauben and my lily-weissen columbines, and during I who budgerigar to close me with key, to jump he my parrot behind, they on me currently shoulder it. *

6. then that whole suddenly, Keuchen and a mouthful, to applaud it its hand its head, to fall flat on its from return, its toe in the air, my to put dead Bantam cock, and Vultures to encircle fresh, they.

7. What for plate of Master, splendid animal food what one that manner and to die, I TC a tomb, for the storage of its bones of famished dug buzzards in the sky, when Bantam opened sly an eye weniges.

8. It gave me Grinsen, and terrible would make sign, in the manner which to which rapists, it, said to you "them sees, large daft in top there bummelt, they are downwards in a minute, or two, IS CVers BOTTOM YOU in one MINUTE ODER CDans BOTH.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:09 AM

Well...there's always this pub-classic. Sadly, it came out rather tame; but here it is, after a trip through the Alsace-Lorraine...

I to have the Rover savage for much the year
To play and I to have my entirety money for Whisky to spend and beer,
Now, which I with gold in large report to turn over
And I never to play the Rover savage more
And that No, nay, never
No nay never more
Play will I the Rover savage
No never more

Better yet:

I am right a poor boy and my history am seldom declared
That I want to say resistance pocketful of Mumbles, then are promises wasted:
All to find and of Jest, nor to hear a man, which it to intend to want and to neglect the remainder,

When I my house and my family to leave, I more, when to come a boy
In the company that from abroad
In the rest of the station, which scared to put to run
To leave weak, the bad quarter to choose, where the zackigen the person,
To go after the place only to seek

They to ask it that wages of the worker to know around, I, after an employment to seek, but I to receive any offer
Right A kommen-auf Dirnen on 7. Allee,

Which I to explain, to give time, when I, therefore only and to the house, Where New York the urban winters do not purge me
And acted to go to the house

In Reinigungstandplaetze a Boxer, and a combatant carries by his trade
And him them advertisements
Of each glove which put it to the bottom
Or it it cried outside, in its anger and his dishonour,
"That I leave, I leave" crossed,
However the combatant Remains still

Hee!

Slán,

~Fionn

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Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:08 AM

enroulez in top in me Oilskin and Ueberbruecker kme.
On the river basins they are not seen declared - moi
simply only I they take I travel,
the old collaborator shipmates
and I you see a day on green fiedler.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Mr Happy
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:06 AM

If it had other penny, it would have another papada, which led to the fact that it plays the hill to tines at girls bonny the hill of Byker, and which Walker de Byker at children of the neck volume support ever more children of the neck volume of the edge of the hill, and of the Walker de Byker ever more, if I did not come first to the dirtyness had capucha still no shirt of the hole receive now two, or three holes of the Walkers, which were made or by me, pitman and the adjustment of humans of the cone, them drink manosean make then from Geneva, around it begins to dance with one Sum of Elsie Marley the coal the delegate receives half of a crown overman receives five, and the sixpence just, over in top and under Geordie Thompson to put up it had danced a pig struck with a shovel and danced a personnel the whole kind at the hill of Byker Elsie Marley.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Emma B
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 11:04 AM

Paul! - you've got to get a life :)

Remember the Babelfish version of "Danny Boy" you showed me a couple of years ago?

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:58 AM

Wow. :D

That's got to be the most surreal version of "Blackleg Miner" I've ever heard.

Slán,

~Fionn

www.geocities.com/children_of_lir

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Paul Burke
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:56 AM

Naughty shells! Stand in the corner!

Just one more:

Ah early in evenin ' aprés the darkness,
wark you there creeping blacklegbergarbeitern,
Wi ' their oleskinhosen just disappear
short dorty, more acklegbergarbeiter!

They do not take at their selection '
doon, them go to width unit excavation the coal, are belaw '
it give a woman in this Toon aw
look at more blacklegbergarbeiter.

Ah, Delaval is a terrible place.
They rub the damp loam in a face blackleg,
roond heaps of pit run them a Wi-foot
the mountain workers dorty of blackleg.

Now do not go in the proximity of the mine from Seghill.
By the kind they stretch a line, width unit
hook the throat a ' cut the thorn
O ' the mountain workers dorty of bake-put.

They will take at your tools ' fringues likewise '
hoy it doon to hell of the mine the o '.
It is ye of doon goes ' ye from prices well
slight dorty of blackleg from Ye!

Are connected the combination, while the ye can.
Do not expect day, up to it dyin ',
for can left its far away,
mountain workers dorty from blackleg Ye!

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Don(Wyziwyg)T
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:56 AM

THE PATIENTS NOTICES. Mr I to write to you this remark, to explain itself why my situation for currently it it letter is not me a pretty sight which my body is all the black and blue, my face deathly a gray and myself do not write this remark today aiming to say why to Paddys to work. * while, to work in the quatorzième stick, some brick, that I to remove owe, for they to the bottom von such throwing, a height not good an idea of the supervisor not very to satisfy, that strapping awkward Grasscholle it to say, that I charette they it directing in my Hod niederwerfen to have. Now, personally removing all these bricks, it was so slow, therefore I drew a barrel to the top and ensured the cable below, but in my haste aiming to regulate work, I was too blind to see that a barrel which is full with bricks of building, with difficulty when I was. And thus, when I solved the cable, the barrel fell like a control and the cable adheres firmly that I started in top instead of me, germinated like a rocket until my fear me this half manner found in top, me the bloody barrel met in top which comes downwards. With regard to the ground accelerated it and as I cook in fallow my shoulder the barrel the upper surface reached than I struck the wheel with my head, me adhered above firmly, deaf person with the impact, of this one almighty impact and the barrel which was ruined to the bottom of half of bricks, fourteen floors. Now one satisfies, as these bricks of the barrel to the floor which I met then the barrel prevailed and thus the cable, my body adheres to the bottom still still firmly which was strongly requested the pain, like half manner downwards, me, the barrel still strapping started. * it forces it of this zusammenstosses, half manner the block of causing multiple to use and boeseen a still firm state impact to adhere the cable, which I in direction ground to fall and I to land on defective brick the barrel, which to disperse more. I put aechzen reason I thought there that I exceeded the ƒÄ worse +dˆeëèl became, the barrel rad of wheel however struck and then the lower part a-Dusche of the bricks did not make jump which were liked downwards on me, me had receive a hope, like I purge the reason there put, me let go the bloody cable. The barrel then then still started to the bottom and towards the line that heavier it is landed on me, since I put after the floor, three to notch to him in left fallow and my arm and myself can say only that I hope that him why Paddys does not include/understand today with work.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Mr Happy
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:52 AM

The sun had placed beyond the hill of yon, through the dull one moor, so mow and lame, a boy there came, to the door of the farmer: can you "are to say me where ' before there is, and to one which I will use," to plow and to sow, to collect and mow, and the boy of a farmer, and to be the boy of a farmer? My father died, and my mother is left with five children, large and small; And what is increasingly worse for my mother, I am oldest of them all. Although little, I work as hard as a Turk, if you give me use, to plow and sow, and collect and mow, and are the boy of a farmer. And be the boy of a farmer? "and if that that you I will not use, a favour I, - will you shelter me have to ask, to the cut of the day, the breath of the cold winter? To will the cut of the day, I go heavily far elsewhere to research uses, the plough and sow, and collects and mows, and would be the boy of a farmer "and would be the boy of a farmer? The wife of the farmer cried, "judge the young man, left do not seek more". "yes the father" the girl cried, whereas the tears rolled in bottom of its cheek: "for those which would work, of the ' tis hard to want and wander for use". Don't leave it left it are to leave, but remain, and the boy of a farmer, and to be the boy of a farmer? The boy of the farmer grew a man, and the good old men died couples, them on the left the young man the farm which they had, and the girl for her bride; Maintaining the young man who was, firm A now, often it thinks and smiles with joy. Ah, day happy it came from this wayThe sun had been adjusted on the mount of yon is, for machn blunt you firmly, consequently you and lamé, a boy maehen had come there, to the door of the farmer: can you be me presumption "where ', before she gives and to one, that I use,", to collect the end to plough and to sow the boy of a farmer, and maehen and to the boy of a farmer says, and to be? My father died and my nut/mother with five children he is left, and mostly small; E that stops my nut/mother is each time more worse, I of am all oldest it. Although little, I works how much one so strong turk, if you to give the use, the excess to me to the plough and and and is the boy of a farmer collects and maehen the ditch of the tap. E is you it boy of a farmer? "and if this, that you me do not use, a preference I, - you protect me obligation, for the cut of the daily one to ask for, the breath of the cold winter? To seat in you the cut of the daily one well, I with distant difficulty another one where, uses, to investigate and to collect the plough and to beat to the ditch and maehen and would go the boy of a farmer "to be and the boy of a farmer would be? The woman of the farmer cried out, "judges the new man, to the left does not look for not more". "the father" cried out the girl, when the rips in the surface lowest of its mordant one had rolled: "for those, that would work, ' of the tis strong to desire for the o use and to the movement". Left is, but the boy of a not lhea farmer leaves to remain and the boy of a farmer goes, and either? The boy of the farmer grew a man, and the good old men had died the pairs, it on in the left of the new man the farm, that had had, and that girls for its bride; The kept new man, who was now, arrests, frequently he thinks d and he smiles with joy. Ampere-hour, the fortunate day lode it in this way

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Emma B
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:42 AM

Dublin in the adapted city, in which the girls are, therefore I adjusted rather initially my eyes on Molly Malone soft. It turns its Wheelbarrow by the wide and narrow roads, the shells of crying heart and O alive alive O alive alive O alive alive the shells of heart and shells bad crying O living alive bad shells

He he he!

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:37 AM

"the phantom circuit sense of hearing"? guffaw!

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Paul Burke
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:34 AM

The nonedible beer of the happy jack which places sup strongly the wind in your veil the nonedible beer of the jack delights.

I've supped a few of those in my time.

The good merry luck in the sense of hearing pot maeht here now that the good luck at the barley the good merry luck in the sense of hearing pot maeht the good luck at the barley, the OH, the sense of hearing pot, sense of hearing half, the phantom circuit sense of hearing searches here in one a little decrease good luck, good luck, maeht good luck at the barley

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: MMario
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:21 AM

Good sailors sing, as the sea fills its hearts with courage
to make songs of lassies and a courage and fortunes powerful documents,
but me a song of a sailor me has me in Jamaica
sings met which examined most courageously courageous in all the seven lakes.
The nonedible beer of the happy jack which places sup strongly the wind in your veil
the nonedible beer of the jack delights.

Our captain has tankard the jack the powerful one drank once tested which it has in order us them all is thus seemed gone to leave to the bed that we awoke with the cries in our manner of captain on in nest which it sings that A tries to fly with the wind, and on the late ones finished to him.

Choral society: This beer was not also dark like one night of the so bitter moon in December as a man who his in May also strong pizzle like six horses lost, also bitterly and uebl like Judas the drinkers weltlichsten of the jack, it requires that will most surely say. The nonedible beer of the happy jack which places sup strongly the wind in your veil

I have also largely with a boy gesegelt who was largely and, as a mountain that placed to the bottom a Pinte half at this sailor on a knee to which we supervised, turned to him, as if knows the Klippen tops of Dover and threw old jack like a gift with the powerful blue sea.

Choral society

that I have once tests of the thimble jack the invention daemonische the spiders me however felt that I am in order, have me with a chicken, two ducks, a lamb and by the aspect on his faces I must have had oxen a good night awaked.

Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Paul Burke
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:18 AM

What is the substance with you pit-lets And, where its desired Jimmy is? The boys of the soldier had selected it and had far radiated it above far away from me. The last pay day, that into the attached city registered was and redcoated seduced it inward and had drunk begun it and would improve to gallows.

Subject: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
From: Windsinger
Date: 15 Feb 06 - 10:07 AM

Oh boy.

Oboyoboyoboyoboyoboy.   :::evil cackle:::

OK, just did a quick forum search to make sure no other 'catters have already tossed this out for public consumption...

Want to have some horrible, horrible fun?

1. Take the lyrics to a favorite song.

2. Go to Google Language Tools and translate the lyrics into German; then from German to French; and finally from French back into English.

3. Post the results verbatim.

4. Either invite your friends to guess the song based on the newly mangled lyrics, or just laugh your own self stupid at the results.

(OK, maybe it's a geekish thing to get excited about. But I still think this game taps into a primal well of human evil.)

Slán,

~Fionn

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