"neil@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
" <neilandemmabarker@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
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> On 23 Sep, 04:29, jobl...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
>> At the record company meeting
>> On their hands - a dead star
>> And oh, the plans they weave
>> And oh, the sickening greed
>>
>> At the record company party
>> On their hands - a dead star
>> The sycophantic slags all say :
>> "I knew him first, and I knew him well"
>>
>> Re-issue ! Re-package ! Re-package !
>> Re-evaluate the songs
>> Double-pack with a photograph
>> Extra Track (and a tacky badge)
>>
>> A-list, playlist
>> "Please them , please them !"
>> "Please them !"
>> (sadly, THIS was your life)
>>
>> But you could have said no
>> If you'd wanted to
>> You could have said no
>> If you'd wanted to
>>
>> BPI, MTV, BBC
>> "Please them ! Please them !"
>> (sadly this was your life)
>>
>> But you could have said no
>> If you'd wanted to
>> You could have walked away
>> ...Couldn't you ?
>>
>> I touched you at the soundcheck
>> You had no real way of knowing
>> In my heart I begged "Take me with you ...
>> I don't care where you're going..."
>>
>> But to you I was faceless
>> I was fawning, I was boring
>> Just a child from those ugly new houses
>> Who could never begin to know
>>
>> Who could never really know
>> Oh ...
>>
>> Best of ! Most of !
>> Satiate the need
>> Slip them into different sleeves !
>> Buy both, and feel deceived
>>
>> Climber - new entry, re-entry
>> World tour ! ("media whore")
>> "Please the Press in Belgium !"
>> (THIS was your life...)
>>
>> And when it fails to recoup ?
>> Well, maybe :
>> You just haven't earned it yet, baby
>>
>> I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck
>> You're just the same as I am
>> What makes most people feel happy
>> Leads us headlong into harm
>>
>> So, in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses'
>> I danced my legs down to the knees
>> But me and my 'true love'
>> Will never meet again ...
>>
>> At the record company meeting
>> On their hands - at last ! - a dead star !
>> But they can never taint you in my eyes
>> No, they can never touch you now
>>
>> No, they cannot hurt you, my darling
>> They cannot touch you now
>> But me and my 'true love'
>> Will never meet again
>
> My newspaper is sending me to Darfur/Bosnia/Iran/Iraq//Helmand to
> cover youse Muslim shoites.
> Be warned. The clock is ticking.
>
> --
>
> Neil Barker
Will you be in the khaki again?
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