Songs may suddenly be meaningful, chosen with an intent to send a message, to reach, to acknowledge, to share, to invite, to suggest, to dare, to attack, to insult, to derogate. Love me. Touch me. Want me. Show me a nipple and tease me. Give me a thought, imagine fantasy, a pirate, a tough, a byronic pose. I’m a man. Riding a metro if superstar love cash the lyrics in severe yearning. Wanton messages are lofted into a crowd, one verse of devotion speaking to a dozen, one offer of faith becoming faithlessness, one word of fierce anger can poison the unintended.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs