Ted (merovingian) wrote,
Ted
merovingian

I am not a sailor

...and when we finally got the vault door open at the facility, we found just one thing: a copy of the translated and upgraded lyrics to "La Bamba." I was expecting some, you know, military blueprints, or perhaps a sentient stack of haiku poetry, or perhaps some incriminating documents, but no, I got La Bamba lyrics.

I tried to get a refund or something, but I couldn't, so now I'm going to get as much fun out of these top secret Mexican folk song lyrics and post them as widely as I can.

Here's the English translation I found:

In order to dance The Bamba
In order to dance the Bamba
You need a little bit of grace
A little bit of grace
For me, for you, higher, higher
Ah, faster, faster

I am not a sailor,
I am not a sailor, I am a captain
I am a captain, I am a captain
Bamba, bamba

In order to dance The Bamba
In order to dance the Bamba
You need to learn to approach strangers with confident charm
And realize that sometimes your shyness can make other people uncomfortable
Which is exactly what you're trying to avoid when you're shy
Which is an increasingly awkward paradox
Quiet can sometimes creep people out when boldness puts them at ease
Which isn't fair but sometimes that's just how it rolls
So swallow your fears and say howdy at lot
For me, for you, higher, higher
Say howdy a lot
Say howdy a lot

In order To dance The Bamba
In order To dance The Bamba
You need to magnetically stimulate the parts of your brain
That are aware of the divine
And then put yourself in a permanent hypnotic trance
Never content with everything you've achieved before
But excited and energetic about what comes next
You need to revisit every limitation in yourself
And consider what you've done to cope with them
And consider that those things you've done
Were good and necessary
But just a first step to get back on your feet
And now you can do better
And solve the side effects of that first stop-gap resolution
In an ever-increasing upward spiral of awareness and correction
Until you reach enlightenment
And then you'll know what you need to do
To reach some more enlightenment again
A little bit of grace
A little bit of grace
For me, for you, higher and higher

In order to dance The Bamba
In order to dance The Bamba
You need to become expert at everything you're bad at
And you need to celebrate what other people do
And learn from them
And also you need robotic arms and legs
With a lot of extraneous lasers and so forth
And you need a constant brain uplink to the internet
And you should brush up on your calculus too
Seriously, you need to brush up on calculus
Have you brushed up on calculus yet?
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Brush up on your calculus
Start quoting them now

I am not a sailor,
I am not a sailor, I am a charming posthuman with advantageous grafted insect traits
I am a poet-warrior in the classical tradition, I am an ever-curious humble servant of a higher Joy
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba (repeat and fade)


And you know what? The Wikipedia page about La Bamba says it's common to improvise the lyrics anyway.

Does anyone know where I can find that sentient stack of haiku poetry again?
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