it starts with the snare and kick drum
boom kack boom kack boom kack boom-boom kack
i am a sucker for a pounding backbeat
and the 3 chord riff that just keeps on going and going
nuuh nuuh nuh, nuuh nuuh nuh nuh
i wish i could scoff
it's shadow, it's popshallow
it's completely ludicrass
just some narcissistic devoidance
then some pimply adolescent picks up a guitar
without knowing a damned thing about music
without deciding to
i'm tapping my feet and bobbing my head
dancing to words
which i swear
i absolutely do not condone
every time i try to rise above,
to transcend,
expand enough to be engulfed by concerto
rewire enough to be electrocuted by a tenor sax
dislocate enough to be transfigured by a world beat
it happens again
kack kack kack kack
and it is all about me
boom kack nuh nuh
my old familiar blue jeans which i never wore
boom kack nuh nuh
remembering a blonde named suzy that i never met
boom kack nuh nuh
the fast car i never drove
and that long long road