Same Old Song
September 24, 2012
It’s all the same old scene,
And I think you know what I mean,
When you turn on your radio and hear
Songs that make you want to scream:
The same old bring beat
That fails to make you move your feet,
Coupled with the same old cliché lyrics
That are painfully far from discreet.
Add to that the same old tired tune
To which the lead singer croons
With an oftentimes digitally remastered voice,
But hey—his looks still make girls swoon.
The guys aren’t the only ones, though,
For the girls put on the same show
And with little variety in their songs, too,
Bringing ‘bout even more woe
From the disgruntled listening public,
Who have grown so tired and sick
Of the same old song and wish for something
New to come along and do the trick
And once again make radio fun
And enjoyable for everyone,
So what’s so wrong with passing the torch to all
The other acts under the sun?
All these hungry young women and men
Who’ve been ignored time and again
In spite of having voices so beautiful
They make listeners cry out, “Amen!”
Too stalwart to be shut down,
These hopefuls have stuck around
In hopes that the industry will one day showcase
their palatable passion for sound.
Not only, though, do they have voice,
These talented girls and boys,
But their lyrics speak true no matter the message
Too glorious to be called mere noise.
Better yet is how unique
Each artist’s voice is at its peak,
Each with its own tone, volume, versatility—
All of which critics highly speak.
Let’s not forget instrumentals, either,
Which further make listeners believers
As they accompany these singers’ words with perfection
To further soothe or excite their receivers.
These sounds, too, are distinct and exquisite,
Emphasizing the singer’s words as seen fit,
And even in the absence of lyrics, their composition
And combined sound delight all who hear it.
So, yes, folks, there is talent out there,
But yet, only a few people truly care
About these lesser discovered acts,
Acting as though they’re not anywhere.
Everyone else is so preoccupied
With the same old, dull, cut and dry
Music we all keep complaining about,
And they’ll probably do so ‘til they die.
It’s quite a sad state, I must say,
And while our fellow music fans pray
For the business to change its tune, the same old song
Will just keep on playing away.
We’ve but one hope to keep us aloft,
And though it might make skeptics scoff,
There’s one simple solution we can all subscribe to,
And that’s to turn our radios off
And in the meantime, continue to play
The music that makes our day,
These lesser-named artists I’ve just talked about,
For their songs will surely show us the way,
And maybe if we’re lucky enough,
When the industry’s no longer up to snuff,
They’ll turn their attention to these very same acts
And realize it isn’t all that tough
To produce something that the masses like
To the point where their stations’ ratings spike
With the interest they’ll garner from many a new
And returning listener down the pike.
Call it a pipedream if you must,
But I refuse to sit around and rust
Any longer than I already have, so for now on
For me, it’s real music or bust!