What a great song "Hey, Jude" is, especially the soulful Wilson Pickett version. It's about love and letting people in and it's perfect like all the great Beatles songs. There's almost nothing one could do to screw up the enjoyment of the song.
Because there is something one could do: make a flowchart out of the lyrics. You've probably seen them in your Facebook news feed, but if not, they look like this:
But — haha heh — what's so wrong with making a flowchart out of a good song? It's just good Internet fun. People of the Internet love charts! And they love good songs! Put them together and it is like getting a foot rub while on a Netflix binge, but on Facebook.
Well, I'll tell you what's wrong with it: This kind of metacontent has a fundamentally extractive relationship with the song/art that sits underneath it. This flowchart sticks its proboscis-like arrows right into the soul of the experience and extracts a cheap joke at the expense of the actual song qua the song. The emotion of a singer's voice? Gone. The timbre of the guitar? Gone. The actual feeling of listening to music? Also gone.
And what we have left over is a joke about office productivity culture, I guess, a cleverism. A thing that reminds me of a thing I actually enjoyed, predicated on a method that is well known.