You don't hear it much
My music, my muse
My soul was taken away
That's something big to lose
Contracts signed and sealed
Delivered...not to me
Money never came my way
Not a penny did I see
Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went
We poured our emotions
Our hearts and our souls
We gave them our music
Which they all then stole
Producers, execs
all down the line
All made the money
On songs that were mine
I heard all the rumours
But, they must be wrong
Then I wrote and signed off
On another hit song
Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went
I was not famous
But, there must be some sales
Just follow the money
From the bargain bin pails
Somebody, somewhere
Was raking it in
As companies folded
In the business of tin
Houses of cards
Fold and collapse on the floor
But, the money went somewhere
'Cause I'm still in the stores
Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went
Somebody made out
Like a bandit with me
My albums still selling
From around sixty three
Just follow the money
And see where it goes
Into some execs houses
And some dj's nose
I'm too old to go
And do a oldies rock show
I'm always invited
But, I never will go
My voice is all raspy
And one thing's still wrong
I get paid for the singing
But, I don't own the song
I know that I made it
But I hate the sound
Of my music creations
That I sold by the pound
Every time that they surface
On late night FM
I know somebody else
Made cash off of them
Just follow the money
And then you will see
The thousands of others
Who were ripped off like me
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
You don't hear it much
My music, my muse
My soul was taken away
That's something big to lose
Contracts signed and sealed
Delivered...not to me
Money never came my way
Not a penny did I see
Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went
We poured our emotions
Our hearts and our souls
We gave them our music
Which they all then stole
Producers, execs
all down the line
All made the money
On songs that were mine
I heard all the rumours
But, they must be wrong
Then I wrote and signed off
On another hit song
Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went
I was not famous
But, there must be some sales
Just follow the money
From the bargain bin pails
Somebody, somewhere
Was raking it in
As companies folded
In the business of tin
Houses of cards
Fold and collapse on the floor
But, the money went somewhere
'Cause I'm still in the stores
Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went
Somebody made out
Like a bandit with me
My albums still selling
From around sixty three
Just follow the money
And see where it goes
Into some execs houses
And some dj's nose
I'm too old to go
And do a oldies rock show
I'm always invited
But, I never will go
My voice is all raspy
And one thing's still wrong
I get paid for the singing
But, I don't own the song
I know that I made it
But I hate the sound
Of my music creations
That I sold by the pound
Every time that they surface
On late night FM
I know somebody else
Made cash off of them
Just follow the money
And then you will see
The thousands of others
Who were ripped off like me
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