"I think I heard 'I'm being misunderstood'

You definitely used the word 'and' along with 'they' but other than that it was a wonderful garbled mess."
Nick

Her hair tastes like fuel,

Or an oven ready jury,

But I know it can't last forever,

I know where the cicadas jive amongst the heather,

We are protein and a little salt

My Granddad drove a Renault
Binky

There's a tent machine, but ideas make a chewy inch recipe.  Birthdays are use ah kind of force.

To hairlice means incapable of knowing where you viewing that plane of thoughts arrest eye course.

But when you take yourself away to the stair it got me thinking you're awake uh uh uh uh we shall sin a bus or climb a blind.
Damo

"Whoever thinks na na na na
I try to think na na na na..."

And I've listened to it twice.
Exactly the same as I understood the first time.

No point in a 3rd.
Oscar

In the upending scene where I would put up and go through the green

What I would do is lie behind your throes

The headlight beams and crooked title of what it means
This is where the flashflood crawls

No one can make me wonder or make me care
I kind of think you'd either like to go and spare
Every evening in a thermal kind of life

I know a river that I would rather go find a patch and lie
Kei

"It must be an Oasis song judging by the inflection, but I can't fathom which one!"
Colin

There were plenty more, but I think that's enough for the time being.

(And besides, some of them are good enough for me to nick lines off for future songs)

Although I'm happy enough with tune, I do think a song called Be Incomprehensible ought be some sort of experimental noise onslaught which made no sense on any emotional or intellectual level.  I missed the mark completely however by going down the more trad route of attempting a catchy pop tune with words that make some kind of sense.

Sometimes songs just take their own course despite your best intentions.  I shall make amends by trying to come up with something much less tuneful in future.

The main drum loop in the tune was an attempt at emulating (a.k.a. ripping-off) the rhythm in the song 'Houseplants' by the band Squid.

(It's a catchy little number if you haven't heard it before)

(My song doesn't sound like Houseplants at all but I'm sure you get the idea)

Lyrically, I aimed for some sort of manifesto statement about the creative liberation you get when you stop worrying about whether anyone (including yourself) can make much sense out of what you're doing.

Here they are in full:

There's a tendency
for ideas and experiences to be
put into some kind of box.

It can help life feel,
in the face of seeming overwhelmingly real,
less able to perplex and fox.

But when you're stepping on creative turf
that kind of thinking is of lesser worth -
leaves you traipsing over old stomping ground

and nowhere near where wilder flowered meadows might be found.

A profusion of cross-wired wrong stick-ended confusion, though popular, brings a world of strife.

While clarity in all things communicatory
paves the way to a calmer life.

But when your aim's to be artistically free
sense and logic often gets in the way -
gives you a lock but not the key to your idiosynchrasy.

Much better to be...

Incomprehensible!
Be Incomprehensible!
It makes more sense!

Incomprehensible!
Be less common-sensible!
Make your creative flow immense!

In any case might it not be inferred
human activity is by and large absurd?

Any idea that we're a rational species
looks more and more like a pile of old faeces.
Maybe it's time we just all dropped the delusion,

embrace all our inner contradictory confusion.

And anyone who asks for something less can whistle.

Incomprehensible!
Be Incomprehensible!
It makes more sense!

Incomprehensible!
Be less common-sensicle!
Let your creative flow commence!