You seem to believe that you have a right
to live in a world where you still get paid
one thousand times a day or even more
for the three chords you banged out (by
accident, might I add) on an ageing Casio
synth in 1986, & which later on was used
as an obscure earworm in an otherwise
quite uplifting car commercial soundtrack.
What’s worse, you seem to think that we
(in other words, yr vast and loyal audience)
have no right to do whatsoever we choose
with those aforementioned three chords,
whether that be in irony or jest, no matter
how many of us have paid for the privilege
of calling ourselves ‘fans’, or else queuing
up to have a hand or a breast autographed.
To top it off, you appear to be under some
kind of impression that yr so-called rights
are still enforceable; that those good times
will continue on indefinitely, long after yr
own deaths (including the accompanying
tributes, the repackaging of greatest hits,
(none of which we’re allowed to even sing
anymore, at our funerals or in these streets.
I’d laugh if only for the fact that most of it
Is true; I’d only take it back for the sake of
a memory you once triggered; & I’d like to
explain more but (we’ve moved on, actually.
About the author
Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives 'in the third person'.