The Enya Poem
Enya's Music Isn't Bad.
She Aims To Keep it Airy.
But How Much Longer Will She Play
The "Ooohing" "Aaahing" Fairy?
Her Songs Are All Recycled
From Nineteen Ninety-Two.
And Everything Since Then Just Sounds
Like "Caribbean Blue."
This Album Isn't Different.
Its Melodies Are Stale.
This Platter's Flatter Than a
Pint of Day-Old Irish Ale.
She Used To Be Majestic,
Her Changing Chords Inspiring.
Yet Once Again She's Made a Batch
Of Tunes Quite Simply Tiring.
The Lukewarm Structures Bore Us
(It's Like She Isn't TRYIN'!)
Enya, Girl, It's Time To Fire
That Cloying Roma Ryan.
The Fans Expect "Generic," Though,
So Why Should Enya Mess
With Formulaic Patterns
That Have Made Her a Success?
It's White-Noise Just For Christmas,
It's Enya's Middling Show.
The Quality's Not Even Close
To "Orinoco Flow."
She Aims To Keep it Airy.
But How Much Longer Will She Play
The "Ooohing" "Aaahing" Fairy?
Her Songs Are All Recycled
From Nineteen Ninety-Two.
And Everything Since Then Just Sounds
Like "Caribbean Blue."
This Album Isn't Different.
Its Melodies Are Stale.
This Platter's Flatter Than a
Pint of Day-Old Irish Ale.
She Used To Be Majestic,
Her Changing Chords Inspiring.
Yet Once Again She's Made a Batch
Of Tunes Quite Simply Tiring.
The Lukewarm Structures Bore Us
(It's Like She Isn't TRYIN'!)
Enya, Girl, It's Time To Fire
That Cloying Roma Ryan.
The Fans Expect "Generic," Though,
So Why Should Enya Mess
With Formulaic Patterns
That Have Made Her a Success?
It's White-Noise Just For Christmas,
It's Enya's Middling Show.
The Quality's Not Even Close
To "Orinoco Flow."