You're a vegetable, You're a vegetable

The use of intuition is commonly disregarded, considered, as it is, to be unquantifiable and ungraspable. No data.

But intuition crops up nonetheless, perhaps in its most popular form as lyrics. It takes intuition to write them, and it definitely takes intuition to take them in.

If you think about it, they usually make absolutely no sense. But so what. You’re not supposed to think about it. You’re just supposed to get a sense of a song, get its tone through tone.

I’m often the kind of listener who just doesn’t pay attention to lyrics at all because they’re just too confusing. My rational mind, which I have a hard time putting on the back burner, feels frustrated because it can’t figure it all out. But I do see the joy and the deep emotional resonance that music lovers feel from lyrics and their combination with melody. So I’ve always wanted to work on it, although “work on” is not what one does with a sense of feel, me thinks.

To finish off Michael Jackson week here at Art on My Mind, let’s end with these lines. Can you identify the song to which they belong?

You're A Vegetable, You're A Vegetable
Still They Hate You, You're A Vegetable
You're Just A Buffet, You're A Vegetable
They Eat Off Of You, You're A Vegetable