English text
I sent a message to another time, But as the days unwind -- this I just can't believe, I sent a message to another plane, Maybe it's all a game -- but this I just can't conceive. ... I met someone who looks at lot like you, She does the things you do, but she is an IBM. She's only programmed to be very nice, But she's as cold as ice, whenever I get too near, She tells me that she likes me very much, But when I try to touch, she makes it all too clear. ... I realize that it must seem so strange, That time has rearranged, but time has the final word, She knows I think of you, she reads my mind, She tries to be unkind, she knows nothing of our world. -- ELO, "Yours Truly, 2095"
English variant — jive
I sent some message t'anoda' time, But as de days unwind -- dis ah' plum can't recon', I sent some message t'anoda' plane, Maybe it's all some game -- but dis ah' plum can't conceive. What it is, Mama! ... I met someone who looks at lot likes ya', She duz de wahtahmelluns ya' do, but she be an IBM. She's only honky codemed t'be real supa' fine, But she's as cold as ice, wheneva' I git too near, She tells me dat she likess me real much, But when ah' try t'touch, she makes it all too clear. Ah be baaad... ... I realize dat it must seem so's strange, Dat time gots'ta rearranged, but time gots'ta de final wo'd, She knows ah' dink uh ya', she eyeballs mah' mind, She tries t'be unkind, she knows nodin' uh our wo'ld. -- ELO, "Yo's Truly, 2095"
English variant — valspeak
I sent a message to another time, Man, as thuh days unwind -- this I just can't believe, I sent a message to another plane, Maybe it's all a game -- but this I just can't conceive. ... I met someone who looks at lot like you, That fox does thuh thin's you do, man, but she is like, ya know, an IBM. She's only programmed to be super class, Man, she's as cold as ice, fer shure, whenever I get too near, That fox tells me that she likes me super much, Man, when I try to touch, like, wow, she makes it all too clear. ... I realize that it must seem so freaky, That time has rearranged, fer shure, but time has thuh final word, That fox knows I think of you, mostly, she reads my mind, That fox tries to be unkind, man, she knows nothin' of our world. -- ELO, man, "Yours Truly, oh, baby, 2095"