No more "Post lyrics" threads, guys

[Apocalypse]

I love these threads

Third Eye Blind “Lay Back”
Lay back into my hands
Past waves that crash the sand
Straight up now, ___
And I will let you
Remember what I told you
___
Yeah, you’ll be alright.

Lay back and let the water hold you.
Lay back and let the water hold you.
Remember everything I told you
And you will survive
Everything that you can’t control
Sometimes you gotta just let go.
Lay back now and you will float
And you will survive.

There’ll be times for prizing
And there’ll be times for fighting.
____ (this house and burn it down)

______

No one falls down.

Lay back and let the water hold you.
Lay back and let the water hold you.
Remember everything I told you
And you will survive
Everything that you can’t control
Sometimes you gotta just let go.
Lay back now and you will float
And you will survive.

And that wave
Crash into your body
____
Even though that I am here
Yes, you will know that I am here.
Yes, you will know that I am here.

You get pulled apart
Tears rushing down the heart
Straight up now, let it be.
‘Cuz I let you go
You’ll have something you can’t hold
What else do you see at night?
Yeah, you’ll be alright.

Lay back and let the water hold you.
Lay back and let the water hold you.
Remember everything I told you
And you will survive
Everything that you can’t control
Sometimes you gotta just let go.
Lay back now and you will float
And you will survive.

Do do do do do do do do……

[Rufus T. Firefly]

What this really needs to turn into is the anti-music-industry-executive lyrics thread. My humble contribution:

Even a Dog Can Shake Hands
Warren Zevon

Well, he's trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive
He's got the phone in the car in his hand
Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

He wants twenty percent
'Cause he knew you back when
Now they all want a piece if the band
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

All the worms and the gnomes are having lunch at Le Dome
They're all living off the fat of the land
Everbody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

Sign Page 42
We'll do the rest for you
Find a way to make it pay
Don't lose your head
You'll end up dead
Or you'll be living in the valley some day

You'll be making the scene 'til they pick your bones clean
No, they don't leave much for the fans
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

Sign Page 42
We'll do the rest for you
Find a way to make it pay
Don't lose your head
You'll end up dead
Or you'll be living in the valley some day

Well, I'm trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive
And I get it any way I can
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

[Rufus T. Firefly]

And a pair from Pink Floyd

Welcome To The Machine

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and Scouting for Boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar. He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.

Plus

Have a Cigar

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar.
You're gonna go far,
You're gonna fly high,
You're never gonna die,
You're gonna make it if you try;
They're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect,
And I mean that most sincerly.
The band is just fantastic,
that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

We're just knocked out.
We heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.

All lyrics obtained from websites!

[MosesPresley]

A little lampoon of record execs.

FRANK ZAPPA lyrics - "Dong Work For Yuda"

Act II

SCENE TWELVE
DONG WORK FOR YUDA

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
Hello there...this is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...
Joe was sent to a special prison where they keep all the
other criminals from the music business...you know...
the ones who get caught...it's a horrible place, painted
all green on the inside, where musicians and former executives
take turns snorting detergent and plooking each other...

(As the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER chuckles to himself for a moment,
FATHER RILEY, who became BUDDY JONES, steps into view in his
new identity: FATHER RILEY 8. JONES, Prison Chaplain, who, in a rather
heavy-handed piece of imagery, is now entrusted with the job of singing
this song as he assists the captured executives in their quest for new
meat to plook, and, once having found these victims for the princes of
the industry, trades them little blobs of sanctified lubricant jelly forcigarettes
and candy bars while he holds them down so the execs won't have to work
too hard when they stick it in.)
... Anyway, while he's in there he meets this guy who used to be
a promo man for a major record company, Bald-Headed John...
King of the Plookers...

FATHER RILEY B. JONES :
This is the story 'bout Bald-Headed John

FORMER EXECS:
Dong work for Yuda, Dong, Dong

FATHER RILEY B. JONES:
He talks a lot 'n it's usually wrong

FORMER EXECS:
Dong work for Yuda, Dong, Dong

FATHER RILEY B.JONES:
He said Dong was Wong,
'N Wong was Kong
'N Dong work for Yuda,
N John was wrong

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Dong work for Yuda
Dong, Dong
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
He said Dong was Wong
And Wong was Kong
And Dong was Gong
'N John was wrong

FATHER RILEY B. JONES :
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
John's got a sausage that will make you fart
John's got a sausage that will break your heart
Make you fart
And break your heart
Don't bend over if you are smart
He took a little walk to the weenie stand
Johns got a sausage
Yeh man
A great big weenie in both his hands
John's got a sausage
Yeh man
He sucked on the end 'til the mustard squirt
He said. "Ya'll stand back 'cause you might get hurt'

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Johns got a sausage
Yeh man
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
He said Dong was Wong
Wong was Kong
Kong was Gong
'N" John was wrong
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
Make way for the iron shaschige

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
I need a dozen towels so the boys can take a shower

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
Bartender, bring me a colada and milk

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
On second thought, make that a water . . . HtO

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
Falcum . . .
Take me to the falcum!

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
I wave my bags
Did you wave vour'n

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
Well how much did they wave?

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
Ah'm almost two kilometers tall

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
This girl must be praketing richcraft

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
Don't worry about the ******
I'll take care of the ******

FORMER EXECS:
Sorry John
Sorry better
Try it again
Try it again,
Try it again
Try, try, try again . . .
etc., etc., etc.

BALD-HEADED JOHN:
Your Pomona is very extinct...
Yeah, I studied with the Dong of Tokyo
'N also with the oriental Kato...
My body contain uh water
I just loves the way these Copenhagens talks!
Driver, McDoodle...
Sausage
Salima
Salami
That looks like that stuff that Freckles lets out
Once a rmimfth...


Eventually FATHER RILEY B. JONES gets around to JOE wrth his little
case of pre-blessed unguents...

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Poor Joe. Hes getting tired of
bending over... but we tried to warn him...didn't we? Okay, Joe...you asked for it...
here comes The Big One...

[Pekka]

Hey US music publishers, try to throw me in jail! Oh but lol, you can't, because.. oh well.. I'm a stupid foreigner infidel.

Then again I'm sure our counterparts are already moving forward with this and ready to roll. And prolly will succeed too.

[Cyclotron]

Originally posted by Rufus T. Firefly
What this really needs to turn into is the anti-music-industry-executive lyrics thread. My humble contribution:

You are officially the coolest

[Urban Ranger]

'Unauthorised use of lyrics and tablature deprives the songwriter of the ability to make a living, and is no different than stealing,' he said.

How does the former lead to the latter? There is no logical connection there.

[Last Conformist]

Who pays for lyrics anyway?

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Originally posted by Last Conformist
Who pays for lyrics anyway?

Anyone who uses them in a publication. It's a scam worked into law by ASCAP (American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers) ages ago, so that lyrics actually have greater copyright protection than most other language-based texts.

For example, back in my professor days, I wrote an academic piece on The Wizard of Oz. I could quote passages from the book and sections of the movie's screenplay without any problem; both are covered under "fair use" and can be quoted for educational purposes. But if I cited even a single line from one of the songs, I'd have had to secure ASCAP's permission or the work couldn't be published.

[Last Conformist]

I don't see how lyrics floating around on the net changes that.

[Urban Ranger]

Originally posted by Rufus T. Firefly
But if I cited even a single line from one of the songs, I'd have had to secure ASCAP's permission or the work couldn't be published.

Wouldn't that be violating our fair use rights?

[Az]

Lauren Keise

Apparently she/he don't exist.

[Dis]

why do I read these news stories. They just piss me off.

anybody have the urge to burn down some record companies? Or is it just me?

[Adagio]

Originally posted by cronos_qc
I'm pretty sure many bands an artist dont give a "f***" about websites having their lyrics.

And many bands/artists actually have their lyrics printed in the little paper that follows the CD... or at least that was the case back when I bought CDs

[Spiffor]

Originally posted by Az

Lauren Keise

Apparently she/he don't exist.

That's because she's called Keiser.