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finally there's sales-resistancerecord-business stagnatesthe companies call it a crisisthey must be out of their mindsstill too much shit surrounds methis popmusic dirties my earsi wait for the beloved momentthat this music disappearsrecord-companies investigatenew waves to cram down your throatthe next saturday nightmare feveranother consumption-crazenew horizons in retailingmake all noises sound the samethere's even muzak for silent moviesit's just all part of their gameso they let you into their studiosrecording your songs on their termsand they will take care of your businessit means they're after your shareflirting with skill to convince youchange the words and sound around a bitdo them a favor do behave youthey promise you'll get a hitbut what if there ain't enough profitson the products you make that selldon't worry yetthey'll recycle your songs when you're deadthe gang of four smilesthey think the e.m.i.'s their friende.m.i. smileshe's glad the gang of four is foolednow he can exploit themlook how happy they are
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