I Hate Music

I Hate Music - The Reign of Kindo

Sometimes it's easy to ignore

If it's forgettable

Sometimes it's magic to the soul

Claims you for its own

But every now and then I hear a sound that breaks the spell

Whoever puts that garbage on the air must love the smell

I can't do this

People call it music

But I'm not sure

And there's a difference

Between a set of blueprints for radio

And just plain noise

I turn my television on to pass me through the night

I'm watching fools try to sing an awful song

That didn't even rhyme

I know some tool's just sitting at a desk

Pulling the strings

They shove their garbage

Axed out every doctor the towers reach

I hate music

If that's what you call music

But I don't know

Who approves the sh*t they pass for music on the shows

There's no difference

Between the set of blueprints for radio

And failure

There was a time you couldn't fake your game

Turn the red light on and you delivered the goods

Or you were chased off stage by someone else who could

You were making magic or you couldn't make nothin' at all

Nothin' at all

Well I hate music

If that's what you call music

That's for sure

If you're amused by the polysonic zoo well

It's all yours

Every day there's a new song being played that sounds like hell

Whoever puts that garbage on the air must love the smell

You can listen to whatever you like

I try and keep it bottled up inside

But don't pretend it's not polluting the world

As it plays on and on and on and on

Somewhere they must have lost their way

Threw their souls out for attention and fame

Their taste is bad

Their opinions are wrong

They make awful sh*t

But the radio keeps bangin' their songs