{"id":8601,"date":"2015-06-13T13:50:18","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:50:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8601"},"modified":"2015-06-13T13:50:18","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T17:50:18","slug":"hour-05-2-30-3-30am-64-red-raw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-05-2-30-3-30am-64-red-raw\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 05 2.30-3.30am \u2014 #64 \u201cRed raw\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

I admit to being a trifle sneaky on this one — but how can you not when you get this call. It’s a googletranslate poem of The Beatles\u00a0<\/em>When I’m Sixty Four\u00a0(going from English, to German, to Polish, to Russian, then back to English — the logic behind the language changes should be obvious. A few more would’ve\u00a0given\u00a0a more\u00a0eclectic result, but this version has a nice cold Communist authoritarianism about it) \ud83d\ude42<\/em><\/p>\n

#64<\/p>\n

“If I Sixtyfour”<\/p>\n

When I get older losing hair
\nMany years later,
\nWill you still send me a Valentine
\nBirthday greetings, bottle of wine?
\nIf I had done with the two forty-five
\nDo you want to close the door?
\nDo I need to, you feed me yet
\nIf I had sixty-four?<\/p>\n

They are older
\nAnd if you say the word
\nCan I stay with you<\/p>\n

I could be handy, repair fuse
\nIf you have lights
\nYou can knit a sweater by the fireplace
\nOn Sunday morning for a walk
\nHere the garden, digging the weeds
\nDo you want more?
\nDo I need to, you feed me yet
\nIf I had sixty-four?<\/p>\n

Every summer we can rent a cottage on the Isle of Wight
\nIf it is too expensive
\nWe will be very rich and save
\nGrandchildren on their knees
\nVera, Chuck and Dave<\/p>\n

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
\nOverview Statement
\nEnter exactly what you mean.
\nSincerely, spending
\nGive me an answer, fill in the form
\nMine always
\nDo I need to, you feed me yet
\nIf I had sixty-four?
\nHo!<\/p>\n

\"Bingo_card_-_B&W\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Dear god! #79. I know there’s low numbers in there, I do, I cut the damn things up myself.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I admit to being a trifle sneaky on this one — but how can you not when you get this call. It’s a googletranslate poem of The Beatles\u00a0When I’m Sixty Four\u00a0(going from English, to German, to Polish, to Russian, then back to English — the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8601","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8601","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8601"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8601\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8619,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8601\/revisions\/8619"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8601"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8601"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8601"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}