You Know What I Mean ?
The trouble with pop songs is how they say so little,
Popping with so few words –
They open a question they barely can answer,
With most of their meaning inferred.
And choruses, of course,
Just underscore –
They only reinforce
What’s gone before.
It’s not like they’re frightened to tackle the big themes,
They’re sometimes incredibly plucky.
It’s not that they’re vapid, it’s just that they’re brief –
With two verses, three if we’re lucky.
And choruses repeat,
That’s what they do –
The feelings are complete,
And they are few.
So much time is wasted, wasted,
Misplaced in repeat repeatings –
Saying all the same things
That you said it all already.
So much wasted time repeatings,
Same things all the saying wasted –
All already is misplaced
In that repeat you said it.
Now hip-hop has plenty to say for itself,
But pop is a hit-and-run lover.
A beautiful thought or a rallying cry,
And time’s up !, it plays us another.
And choruses declare
The point is made.
They’ve nothing more to share –
Repeat to fade.
Rhyming Couplets 