The Cult of Authenticity

 

Song lyrics by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Structure:  Accent points align for all three verses.

 

Read along to my Spoken Verse Performance!

 

 

VERSE 1

 

There are those who canít conceive

 

Our big problem with Milli Vanilli.

 

They see the outrage as kind of naÔve,

 

And taking Grammyís back was silly.

 

 

Iíve sat through lip synched concerts

 

Surprised that nobody else complained.

 

While the rest felt they got their just deserts,

 

The key is they were entertained.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

The Cult of Authenticity.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

A chapters in your city.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

I hope you like this ditty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

If you donít then thatís a pity.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

True, my sound is kind of gritty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

Itís not chosen by committee.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

If it was theyíd make it pretty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

Then the artist wouldn't be me.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

The Cult of Authenticity.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

Then how Ďbout a bandís musicians

 

Who donít even play their own instrument?

 

Sure slight of hand is the thing for magicians.

 

But artists shouldnít misrepresent.

 

 

The accused throw up both hands

 

Saying:  ďThe producers are to blame.

 

But who cares cause itís all about the fans

 

The key is they were entertained.Ē

 

 

CHORUS

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

The Cult of Authenticity.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

A chapters in your city.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

I hope you like this ditty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

If you donít then thatís a pity.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

True, my sound is kind of gritty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

Itís not chosen by committee.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

If it was theyíd make it pretty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

Then the artist wouldn't be me.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

The Cult of Authenticity.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

Yo, Mr. Producer man.

 

I know your motives are sincere,

 

But weíve got one small problem.

 

So wonít you hear my plea.

 

 

Just try to understand.

 

My Momma doesnít want to hear,

 

Session guys on our next album,

 

Playing guitar instead of me.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

There are those who act disgusted

 

When Vogue alters their photos. That's wrong!

 

But when it's their music getting adjusted,

 

They welcome changes made to their song.

 

 

Hypocrisy?  It's all right,

 

So the label's high standards are maintained.

 

Better still when your fans are not that bright.

 

The key is they are entertained.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

The Cult of Authenticity.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

A chapters in your city.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

I hope you like this ditty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

If you donít then thatís a pity.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

True, my sound is kind of gritty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

Itís not chosen by committee.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

If it was theyíd make it pretty.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

Then the artist wouldn't be me.

 

Welcome to the cult.

 

The Cult of Authenticity.

 

THE END

 

 

As with some of my other poems, I'd like to share a poetic remnant which didn't make the cut.  As I was working on verse 3, which was inspired by "Another is Waiting" by The Avett Brothers, another option I toyed with was adding the following to the bridge:

 

When a band's criticism is severe,

 

Of seeking perfection in photographic beauty.

 

Then they hire a hot shot sound engineer,

 

Who regards sonic perfection as a sacred duty.

 

 

Luckily, verse 3 eliminated the need for this altogether.

 

 

Keywords:  Poems about the music business, Poems about lip syncing, Music production poetry, Song lyrics about music production, Poems about music engineers, Poems about music producers, Poems about doctoring photographs, Poetry about fashion magazines, Song lyrics about beauty, Poems about the blending brush in visual arts which, BTW, I have no problem with.