The Instrumental Song

“The Instrumental Song”

This is the instrumental song
There ain’t no words to sing along
So you see, the song don’t mean a thing
‘Cause there ain’t no words for you to sing

You may find yourself
In need of guidance
But all you hear is
A deafening silence
There ain’t nothing
You can call a chorus
You feel disappointment
You’ve got a good point cause

There ain’t no words
There ain’t no words

Soloists playing their scales
Instead of some guy tellin’ tales
Music that’s made for music’s sake
The interpretation’s a piece of cake

You may find this, well,
A trifle boring
We all know this song
Could use one more thing
There ain’t nothing
You can call a chorus
You feel disappointment
You’ve got a good point cause

There ain’t no words
There ain’t no words

This is the instrumental song
There ain’t no words to sing along
This is the instrumental song
There ain’t no words to sing along

Perhaps most bizarrely, a monologue begins in place of the solo: a pretentious, self-referential review of the song itself, striving for postmodern irony but, ultimately, collapsing under its own weight of sloppy, confused, half-ideas…

You ain’t gonna find any clever subtext
No innuendoes or hints of sex
No politics to spread around
Just a bunch of drums makin’ sounds

You may find yourself
In need of guidance
But all you hear is
A deafening silence
I listened to it
For about an hour
I cranked up the volume
Louder and louder but

There ain’t no words
I can’t hear any words

This is the instrumental song
There ain’t no words to sing along
This is the instrumental song
There ain’t no words to sing along

No words!

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