Give It a Name

It's very logical but
Yet quite insane when you're
Still sitting wondering trying to
Give it a name
Like to compare it with a
What would you say 'bout a
It's alright, I will find a
Name anyway

This is a tiresome tale about a critical ear
I guess I am going to give it to you extremely clear
When the band starts to play and the lights go dim
He opens his gate to let the soundwaves in

When his mood is good he takes a positive sieve
And when his mood is sad soon he is going to grieve
There's no absolute quality nor absolute taste
But he has to do his job, there is no time to waste

Now Mr. Bias, his friend, says "That's real rock'n'roll
You have to back that group, boy, they won the last poll"
He knew he shouldn't take the words of Mr. Bias for sure
But his influence is strong and so hard to obscure
To be objective is not easy 'cause you need some tool
Just to estimate music, there's no estimating rule
Now he writes something down, he doesn't care he's to blame
He just has to say something and so gives it, sorry, gives it a name

It's very logical but
Yet quite insane when you're
Still sitting wondering trying to
Give it a name
Like to compare it with a
What would you say 'bout a
It's alright, I will find a
Name anyway