PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Songs these days

Are all production!

What I need is

Deconstruction!



I’m not quite sure

Exactly what that means!

But I seem to be

Quite Full of Beans!



Oh it’s meaningless,

Meaningless!

It doesn’t mean zip,

But it’s rather hip!

And it’s meaningless,

Meaningless;

Mmm , mmm, mmm, mmm,

Meaningless!



It’s an embarrassing lyric,

With a crappy tune!

I’m high on acid,

And I live on the moon!



I’ve got no talent!

I’ve got no hair!

But I’ve got a little pet

Koala bear!



It’s a Koala Bear,

Koala Bear,

It doesn’t know Zen,

Or count up to ten.

It’s just a tiny, tiny

Tiny Bear.

It’s brown in colour,

With shiny hair!



So we come to the middle of the song you see,

Just buy into that Fantasy!

It’s because of you that I am me!

And that is how life was meant to be!



We’re only in it for the money!

We’re only in it for the bread!

Now that to me is rather funny!

But I’d rather laugh then end up dead!



Oh we harmonise in thirds

We harmonise in thirds

Cos we’re a bunch of talentless turds

A bunch of talentless turds.



Just think up a concept for the video,

Video, video;

But nothing rhymes with video,

Does it John or does it Joe?



A boring rhythm for a talentless drummer,

He’s got no money, Oh what a bummer!

Or we could use a drum machine,

If you want a sound that’s rather clean.



Things go in phases,

They go round and round;

J.S.Bach might make a comeback,

But now he’d have to wear a pink wig;

I’m just an anthropological throwback,

With half the brains and looks of a pig.