Poetry – Pop Songs – A song about the trivial nature of Popular Music.

Poetry – Pop Songs – A song about the trivial nature of Popular Music.

There was a time when Rock Music was saying things about the human condition, taking a stance against the evils in the world and leading the moral crusade. The music had poetry, meaning and substance. It was an art-form to be taken seriously. It stood for something.

With the death of the sixties dream the quality and substance drained out of music. Pop singers were back to the same trivial level that we had in the early sixties.

Pop music was reduced to producing froth for adolescent kids.

Where’s the music with teeth? The poetry, passion, musical brilliance and artistry?

The world has many colossal issues that need addressing. Once bands like the Beatles, Captain Beefheart, Country Joe & the Fish, and song-writers like Roy Harper, Bob Dylan, Phil Ochs, Frank Zappa and Joan Baez were producing music that challenged the best in Classical and Jazz and addressing political and social issues.

Why has it all become so superficial? Who pulling the strings? Surely it can’t just be Simon Cowell who is to blame?

Is Pop music now no more than trivial pursuit?

Pop Song

All these Pop songs are about love

I got nothing against it but Hell,

There’s so much more below and above –

The words, the politics and hard sell.

What illuminates the human state?

What reveals the journey? The mind? The fate?

 

Somewhere at this very second there is

A man planning to inflict pain.

He feels the right is his

And he does it all for gain.

Why do we have to live this way?

Is there nothing a singer’s got to say?

 

So people live among the flies and rats,

Because we all want another DVD,

And babies vomit and die, politicians lie through their hats.

But there is another way if we could but see.

There is more to life than possession.

Having so much is the great obsession.

 

Out on the piss having fun and on the pull,

Mindlessly consuming pleasure, seeking satiation.

Something’s missing in the midst of all this bull;

Like some spiritual, mental constipation.

Religions all pull for power.

Politician’s votes are producing planes into towers.

 

Inside I live; inside I die;

While you just want to get laid,

Following the fashions and giving it a try,

Hoping to impress and make the grade.

So let the babies die in the shit.

No religion points a way out of it.

 

All these Pop songs are about love.

I’ve got nothing against it but Hell,

There’s so much more below and above –

The words, the politics and hard sell.

What illuminates the human state?

What reveals the journey? The mind? The fate?

 

Not Pop songs.

 

Opher 24.12.01

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