burtonsmith (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} burtonsmith) wrote,@ 2006-04-21 12:38:00 |
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The Singer
Poor Harry, he wanted so much to be an artist. He wanted his songs to have meaning and substance. He wanted his music to be vibrant, and rich with the influences of jazz, blues and soul. But Harry's early albums didn't sell. His record company wasn't happy. The pressure to succeed and the lure of gold finally took it's toll, and the singer changed his tune.
TODAY Harry is a star. Love song after monotonous love song churn out from the factory floor, and are projected through his wiggling body as the masses cheer. The money is phenomenal, but Harry's time is not his own. He dreams of the day when his contracts are up and he can retire and maybe write a book or garden.
Is it fer sale?
Poor Harry, he wanted so much to be an artist. He wanted his songs to have meaning and substance. He wanted his music to be vibrant, and rich with the influences of jazz, blues and soul. But Harry's early albums didn't sell. His record company wasn't happy. The pressure to succeed and the lure of gold finally took it's toll, and the singer changed his tune.
TODAY Harry is a star. Love song after monotonous love song churn out from the factory floor, and are projected through his wiggling body as the masses cheer. The money is phenomenal, but Harry's time is not his own. He dreams of the day when his contracts are up and he can retire and maybe write a book or garden.
Is it fer sale?
