New Success

You got no venue - no management

No booking agent taking ten percent

You got your youtube and your web address

Stacking up the maybes on your facebook event

You got no groupies - got no fair weather friends

You got no roadies - you’re the means to no ends

You got no toadies hanging out with the press

No music business stealing the mess

You’re the new success

So bite the apple - bid your soul success

Pretty soon your crap’ll sound like the best

Your blues are huge through your pro-tool tones

But pretty soon you’re a two inch snip on a mobile phone

words and music © Frank Allison