Radio is the new television, a barrage of thinly-veiled materialism and mass cultural brainwashing. Music is packaged in compressed doses of boom and tiss, familiar chords and tonic melodies, ass and greed.
Well, I have one thing to say to the music industry.
FUCK YOU.
I get so sick and tired of hearing the same ol’ shit all afternoon.
I feel compelled toward something new,
But I have to ask myself why, for there’s so many much better than I.
Hello world! I’ve got something to prove!
But as you can see, here’s a melody borrowed from some old crooner I’ve heard before,
But it’s a sound that I adore.
If imitation is flattery, I hope someone copies me!
Coming through! I’m Hip Tanaka like Mother 2!
18
They said I was too late
They said I'll never make it, no, I'll never make it, no!
Said give me
A hundred thousand dollars
And I'll sell you something good, I'll sell you something good.
Well, 21,
In a dark room alone.
Well, I may never make it,
Said I may never make it, but I
Can't see
The sense in giving up because if I give up, then I'm giving up everything.
All of my doubt,
It what keeps me going.
I have a need to shine.
25
And I’m a headless chicken,
But I’ve got a yearnin’, yeah, I’ve got a yearnin’, now.
You spin me, it starts to sound familiar.
I’m a broken record.
なじみがある。
ひじょうになじみがある。
Yes, you’ve heard it before.
I wrote it again.
Cynicism gets you nowhere.
I can feel myself stagnating
And I can’t be caught waiting with my pants down
Looking like an Emmitt Kelly clown
Collecting dust like statues on my grandma’s top shelf.
My wealth of self worth is as worthless as dirt
Now that I’ve grown up plump with age
I have to learn not to gauge my work
Judging by another man’s merits.
I’m frenetic like a ferret when I write songs
I write wrongs and and cherish my mistakes.
So if you’re here to tell me that the industry's not interested, then fuck you.
If I suck, too, then rest assured,
I hear it from myself all the time, and I don’t need to hear it from you.
Guitar!
So in summation,
Money is debt.
Radio is treason,
War is inevitable,
And revolution is a revolving door.
You’d be happier as a werewolf,
But that doesn’t mean you can’t laugh.
And if someone is gonna tell you that you’re not good enough
To do whatever it is you’re striving to do,
Erect your middle fingers like monuments of stubborn human ingenuity and say
FUCK YOU.
credits
from KUNG-Fu!,
released November 8, 2014
All Sounds by Buck Riley
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