Pop Nothing
Album: This Could Kill Us
By: Life! Death! Prizes!
By: Life! Death! Prizes!
Duration
3:58
Genres
Description
A satirical inmitation and critique of the Pop genre and it's systemic approach to music eventually spilling into powerful attacking riffs, unsettling jazz interludes and culminating in a brutal explosion of dissonance and rage.
Lyrics
Hooks and familiarity reduce the space from you to me Creates a false affinity Repetition gives us a medium to crack your conscious Simple stories not in earnest, painting love as if we're artists. A picture perfect pop parade (Not making the grade) Or just another fucking aid (Not making the grade) This is a chorus, to whore us on the internet Integrity we will forget For just a comfortable phonetic fit Musicallity is gone A record deal sure won't be long Pop productions base assumption We exist for its consumption Selling you their stayed perfection But I grow tired of the perfect synth in C The pseudo soulful vocal melody The metronomic kick, snare, 4/4, drum fill and again A picture perfect pop parade (Not making the grade!) Or just another fucking aid (Not making the grade!) This is a chorus, to whore us on the internet Integrity we will forget For just a comfortable phonetic fit Musicallity is gone A record deal sure won't be long Fuck your chorus, this is not a love song Not built for easy listening, Incidentally uplifting This is musical internment, this song exists for our enjoyment Deaf ears are our playground, sing as loud as I am proud We love the notes that made it And the sentiment that gave us the energy to play it Love it to and you can (Love it to and love it to and love..) Love it to and you can! Join us! As we struggle on! Desperately trying to write another song! (Write another, write another song!) Don't wait to long! For music will be gone!
