It was a catchy song
That was made for boppin' along
The melody didn't matter
With the chorus no more than chatter
But once I heard it on the radio station
I can't get rid of it from its oration
When you get it in your head
The ear worm repeats until you wish you were dead
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Psychologists would explain it one way (I will not go into that now) But musicians and producers call it a Hook and it does what it is intended to do. I am currently writing some lyrics for an up and coming local band and have to eschew my poetic sensibilities and employ a more commercial angle to get their songs Stuck in your head. Wonderful poem, Paul