My Name is All Day Monday: It's your brother, calling from England

Thursday 31 March 2011

It's your brother, calling from England

My name is already Monday asking locating low call my work, we might see and just X.

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When Google transcribes voicemails, it doesn't always get it right. This is a collection of its attempts to transcribe readings of the Percy Shelley poem 'Ozymandias'.

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It's [your first name] calling from [your town or city] -

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert.

Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains.

Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away".

Thursday 31 March 2011

It's your brother, calling from England

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