Give It A Name

It's very logical, yet quite insane when you're

Still sitting wond'ring trying to give it a name, ahah-

Ahah-ahah

Like to compare it with uh... what would you say about

Uh...

Alright I will find a name anyway, ahahahahahah

This is a tiresong tale about a critical ear

I guess I'm going to give it to you extremely clear

When the band starts to play and the lights grow dim

He opens his gate to let the soundwaves in

When his mood is good, he takes a positive seave

When his mood is sad, soon he's going to grieve

There is no absolute quality, nor absolute taste

But he has to do his job, there is no time to waste

Now mr. Bias, his friend, has said: 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

For to estimate music there is no estimating rule

Now he writes something down, he doesn't care he's to

Blame

He just has to say something, so gives it- sorry... gives

It a name