The Music business

Duration

4:11

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

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The Music Business Chuck Hughes Ascap “The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, A long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs There's also a negative side” No one exactly said that, but if they did they wouldn'a lied Whoever commits suicide is totally justified Now I'm not sayin' playin' live ain't a lotta fun 'Cept drivin' home a hundred miles on highway 101 'Cause the bartender loved you so she bought you lots of drinks And you hope a cop don't stop you and tell you what he thinks Now it's not exactly pay-to-play it's just called ticket pre-sales You bought a hundred from the club, you hope you get some resales You been spare-changin' since noon, but there's not enough for dinner yet And the fans love your music, they all burned it off the internet Will you humor me a little bit, just a little while? Go ahead and snicker, go ahead and smile 'Cause my freestyle's gonna be mighty vile I'm just another cat who thinks he can 'cause he went and saw Eight Mile I've ripped off Chuck Berry and Robert Johnson's blues I've ripped off B.B. King and Jimi Hendrix too I even rip off Jesus when I say “What would Jesus do?” And If I like your shit I'll probably rip off you, too 'Cause I'm just a country boy who came to Hollywood To learn the music business and do the things I should So I can pay the Whiskey to play down on the strip And pray they don't tell me I'm totally unhip Whoops just kiddin' I bet you couldn't guess You see the music business is one big fuckin' mess The A&Rs are idiots who usually oppress Each new hopefull sucker they send into distress So a month or two goes by, and you burn off your illusions And you're wonderin' how you're gonna pay the rent 'Cause your childhood in Hollywood is suffering intrusions And you haven't made a single lousy cent So you're swearing that tomorrow you'll be getting up early And you won't quit 'till you find yourself a gig Tellin' everyone you meet you had a couple lessons From the guy who used to be in Mr. Big And nobody's impressed but they smile and nod “Yes” And tell you that they like your new tatoo And they play along well 'cause they never will confess They were hopin' they could get a gig from you Got your demo in your pocket everywhere you go 'Cause you never know just who you're gonna meet I met a ho named Jo, looked like Marylin Monroe Said that she was livin' on the street I took her to the Sky Bar but they wouldn't let us in So we had to settle for the Rainbow Room She ordered sumpim' triple I ordered up two aspirin When the jukebox started playing Warrant tunes She said her trade was skin and she starred with Rin Tin Tin Then she popped a Vicodin and said “Where do we begin?” So I ordered Gordon's gin and chased it with a Heineken And listened to her story of the things that might have been She said “I might as well tell you I'm a millionairess Perhaps you know my sister, her name is Paris She wants to be like me, so she makes movies too.. We're looking for a costar, perhaps it could be you” I told her “not right now, not in my condition, Even though I desperately need money for tuition” She said “shut up, let's go, you're having your audition This time tomorrow night you'll be on Inside Edition” Funny how things work out, fate's little twists and turns One day you're eatin' Ramen, the net day life upturns But I'll tell you all a secret, I always knew it would I love the music business, Hooray for Hollywood!