The Beauty of Poetry
Here the tragically beautiful
And the beautifully tragic
Drift through this night
In a last quest for magic
Or so says the liner notes for the Trans Siberain Orchestra's "The Lost Christmas Eve"
Now, I don't know about you but my first thought was "Oh please", followed shortly thereafter by "somebody didn't sit at the jocks'n'cheers table in High School!"
I love poetry as much as the next guy but there is such a good thing as knowing when to stay away from an abcb quatrain and go for the limerick jugular.
Just because you put a rhyme
In the front of your album from time to time
Doesn't make you smarty
Or extra "arty"
Or less of a ripoff of Steamroller, Mannheim