January 9, 2008

• Ruber room

  While we were in New Jersey one night after the little kids were asleep, my sister, cousins, and I came across this wonderful Engrish rendition of the lyrics to a long-forgotten (or for most people, never-heard) song called “Blue Balloon”:
  
  Maybe it was the Engrish, maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the giddiness that comes of cousins hanging out once again, but we were laughing so hard that we cried. I love that the song is clearly entitled “Blue Balloon,” but in the body of the lyrics, it got mangled into “ruber room.”

  Expernations! Hours golad! The convoe is here!

  It’s as if Shakespeare tried his hand at rewriting Jabberwocky into Olde English.

  * The all-powerful Internet indicates that the lyrics should be something more like this (although I have my doubts about some of them still):

  I have a blue balloon, a happy tune
  Love enough to last me all through the afternoon
  I have the New York Times and 14 dimes
  And expectations of the most profound nursery rhyme
  Before the rivers run dry
  Before the last say good-bye
  Let’s be kind to one another, we can try
  So don’t just throw your love above
  It’s not too late
  to find out
  Before the sand has all run out of the hour glass
  The carnival is here
  The crown appears
  Plastic painted people hold each other near
  Hopes are always high
  The echo of the sky and when it’s
  over
  There’s just a lonely sight of good-bye
  Too late to hide it now
  It’s all around us now
  Oh! How I want you girl
  To lie beside me now
  While there still this time
  and now my balloon still rhyme
  Let me love you now
  We can drink a cool, good wine
  So don’t just throw your love above
  You and me had last find
  out
  Before the sand has all run out of the hour-glass

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