I hear the song thru its whispers
-Rasping metallic undertone
Inflicting some electric fatigue
As though I am on my telephone
This is no sonic pleasure..
It stems from pissing away hard-earned cash
On the promise of a famous brand
They said i’d never get entangled in its gossamer knots
Post extraction from said confined spots
Its expensive rubber-they said
The kind that doesnt bend much and straightens - but not without being asked..
the curse of bang and olufsen..
Headphones that flatter to deceive
They promised a warm low-end
and a fabled front row seat
To hear Agnetha up close with Anni-Frid
But they go silent more often than not
With a wriggle of the little apple connector
It doesn’t like the lightning slot...
This is no sonic pleasure
It stems from pissing away hard earned cash
On the promise of a famous brand
The curse of Bang and olufsen..
Headphones with signals not received
Once a new set died on me completely while on air
Which prompted me to get a phillips pair
They sounded flat but re-assuring
Lasting longer than my branded gear
The curse of Bang and olufsen
Headphones that flatter to deceive
The curse of Bang and olufsen
Headphones with signals not received
The curse of the silent bong bluster
That sprouts and swells from living in the past..
The curse of the silent bong bluster
Don’t you know good things never last
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