1 2 3 4 Whatever happened to good music? You know in the days when you
Could feel it?
It was almost sexual, sending shivers up your spine. This, I believe is
Because songwriters were not restricted by the small music dictatorship
Now exists. Let's hope the future holds something better than the present
Let's leave the past alone. The music business is incapable of bringing
To the future, as it sits just waiting to pounce on any third rate trend,
Milking it to death, once again putting money where the music is not. I
Wish I was born before all the great ideas were used. While I struggle to
Working around this, the most annoying thing is watching other people
Through stealing them. I could have been a legend in my own time; I could
Have sold a lot of records; I could have enjoyed it as well. I could have
Been a lot of things. One thing that I know I am and will always be: I am
I bumped into this bloke the other day we used to know in school. We didn't
Say 'hello' because he had his hair slightly perked and I had all mine
Off. He was always a bit of a clown. He used to be a hard man, but he did
His homework, because he knew that one day he'd be going places. I knew I
Should have asked him there and then 'was he happy now that he'd finally
There?' He goes to bed thinking of ways to fiddle ten more pounds on his
Expenses. Me? I go to bed thinking of all the reasons why I am the
We always use other people as the mirror in which we judge ourselves. So,
Are constantly changing to meet their expectations. Maybe we've forgotten
Meaning of the word 'individual.' It's as if everything we do or think is
Valued for it's conformity. Anything fresh or original is hacked down and
Always brought down to size. You don't even think for yourself, as a life
That is led for you is some kind of problem. You wouldn't recognize a new
Idea if it spat in your face and screamed out [?]. Who am I to
Talk? Who the hell do I think I am? I am the greatest.
Welcome to the wonderful world of show business. The dark and dank place
Rarely lit by the harsh light of reality. I look around and I see big
Mouthed rock stars with opinions on everything and answers to nothing.
Burnt out old men with money to burn. Bandwagons full of bands with
Sycophantic fans with no lives of their own. A place where image is king
Music is a poorer relation that I can relate to. I am the greatest.
I am the greatest.