― dave q, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Andrew L, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Also John Fogerty's "Vanz Kant Danz" - didn't his ex-manager sue him for ripping himself off?
The Smiths "Paint a Vulgar Picture".
Also didn't the wretched Luke Haines write something about the boss of Fire Records on the Auteurs first album.
― Dr. C, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dave225, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Long Live The British Music Scene - Helen Love (= Never heard it)
Karma Killa - Robbie Williams (= angry ex-manager song "I hope you choke/On your Bacardi and Coke")
― Graham, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Another example would be Marvin Gaye's "Is That Enough" from the "Here My Dear" album. The album was created as a divorce settlement for his ex-wife, who happened to be Berry Gordy's sister. In "Is That Enough", he references Berry Gordy too, and not in a flattering way.
And don't forget John Mellencamp's "Pop Singer"...
― popmusic, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tim, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Daniel, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Also didn't the wretched Luke Haines write something about the boss of Fire Records on the Auteurs first album?
Yup, that would be "Idiot Brother".
― Nicole, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― ambrose, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Alex in NYC, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
If memory serves, their _Dead Fish_ EP is entirely biz-related, including a song about the collapse of Red Rhino distro.
― Douglas, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Money is Not Our God" by Killing Joke (although not striclty limited to the record industry)
― cybele, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― flowersdie, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kris, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― harvey williams, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Jeff W, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Brenya, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Gibson, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mickey Black Eyes, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Honda, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Time to get a mop, 'cause without promotion, of course sales drop."
― Jack Redelfs, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
anyways, Mary Lorson was hit pretty hard by this rejection, stormed home and started playing on her piano. she came up with this beautiful melody, and sang over and over again, 'i don't hear a single'... but she hated the idea of giving the label creeps the satisfaction of her writing a song about them, so penned a second line which made the song run "i don't hear a single / word that they're saying to me now"... the song became 'walk on by', and its just about one of my favourites ever...
― stevie, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― j.lu, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"your phony rock n roll ... we don't wanna know"
― cbs, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― hstencil, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ben Butler, Thursday, 29 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Eagle, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mr Noodles, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill Of your radio Into the mouths of babes And across the backs of its willing slaves
Funk pop a roll consumes you whole Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco Everything you eat is waste But swallowing is easy when it has no taste
They can fix you rabbits up With your musical feed They can fix you rabbits up Big money selling you stuff that you do not need
Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals Music by the yard for the children they keep Like poseable dolls The young to them are mistakes Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake
Funk pop a roll the only goal The music business is a hammer to keep You pegs in your holes But please don't listen to me I've already been poisoned by this industry!
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul...
― Brian MacDonald, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― bnw, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Arthur, Wednesday, 5 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)