Upon Receiving Fast Forward To Complaining
In the beginning
After what began and started out
as a bit of fun and the sheer love
and joy of it
With the simplest innocent of
motivations nothing else intended
Later it is then to becomes something
far more than a passing phase or hobby
You actually become both rich
and famous
So much so you become lost
drawn into the fame game trap
Surrounded by nodding yes men
sucking the very life from you only
out for what they can get
Until what started out as merely wanting
to be in a band and jam
Grew into wishing to be listened to
playing live and having fans singing
back along
And once that initial dream then
eventually became achieved
Why stop there next stop fame
and fortune
And when so to that dream as well
finally came to fruition
All they ever wanted then was no
longer to be heard
No longer to be popular for popularity
sake
People mostly say they like because they
do not want to be deemed uncool
But instead be thought of as an
artist able to experiment and
grow
Without the fear of faltering sale's
And being labeled by the critical
press
As being a sell out and being
told
Probably best they quit whilst they
are ahead
People are already beginning
to complain
Whatever they had is more or
less about gone
Bet they are only still doing it for the money
And besides apparently they have such
big ego's
They can't even stand to be in the
same room as each other anyway
No surprise is it any wonder why
their last album bombed
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