Sunday, June 04, 2006

Loser (Beck)

Language: Russian

Beck is not particularly agreeable to being retranslated; part of this is no doubt because his stuff sounds like it's been retranslated already, from some alien tongue. (Damn Xenu and his R6 implant!) But I did what I could with it, though I pretty much had to tear it into its component parts and build it back up again; the translation's word order is consequently looser than usual.

-Jessi

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In the time of chimpanzees, I was near butane.
A monkey is in my veins, and I must cut it out.
The junkie with the plastic eyeballs drops off the stall.
The CANINE VEGETABLE FOOD with pantyhose beefcake killed headlights
and placed them into the neutral stock automobile.
FLAMING WITH THAT LOSER and baby, by cruise control,
situated in Reno with the vitamin D, it obtained a pair of armchairs,
slept on loved seats. Someone arrived,
saying I am insane, IN ORDER TO BE COMPLAINED ABOUT.
Shotgun wedding, and a spot on my jacket.
He does not believe all that you breathe.
(Obtain the automobile parking disturbance.)
Maggot on your bushing, therefore, he shaves your side with a certain baton.
All your food stamps burn downward from the trailer park.

(yo. Was cut off.)

Perdedor un soya.
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?

(it is dual-barrel buckshy)

Perdedor un soya
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?

The efforts of evil on bozo's nightmare.
Forbid the entire notes of the phony gas cameras,
because one has a weasel and another has the flag.
One is located on the pole, shove another in the bag.
With the rerun exhibitions and the cocaine of the nose,
work with BUCKWHEAT, THE DAYTIME SLOB FOLKSINGER,
who did hang with the guitar cord,
and it will hang from the wings of pigeons.
YOU CANNOT WRITE IF YOU CANNOT CARRY TRADE.
Money is available for the beef body (for the hatred)
and my part will be the wax part: falling on the termite.
Which does limit the splinters.

Perdedor un soya
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?
(YOU WILL OBTAIN INSANITY WITH WHIZZED CHEESE)
perdedor un soya
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?
(to govern bodies) (yo -- bring it further; descend)
soooooooyy....
(I will be the driver, I will be the winner; things do change me; can they feel him?)

Perdedor un soya
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?
(I can't believe you)
perdedor un soya
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?
Perdedor un soya
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?
(sie Deutches Sprechen, baby)
perdedor un soya
I am loser babies; therefore, why do you not kill me?
(Do you know I speak?)

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