Here it is and here are the words Barracuda So this aint the end - I saw you again today I had to turn my heart away Smiled like the sun - Kisses for real And tales - it never fails! You lying so low in the weeds I bet you gonna ambush me Youd have me down down down down on my knees Now wouldnt you, barracuda? Back over time we were all Trying for free You met the porpoise and me No right no wrong, selling a song- A name, whisper game. If the real thing dont do the trick You better make up something quick You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick Ooooooh, barracuda? Sell me sell you the porpoise said Dive down deep down to save my head You...i think you got the blues too. All that night and all the next Swam without looking back Made for the western pools - silly fools! If the real thing dont do the trick No, you better make up something quick You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick Ooooooohhhh, barra barracuda. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.

Part of the meaning of The Wall was, to me, about the price of fame, specifically in the music industry. Of course that was just part of the meaning of that album. I saw some of that in Welcome to the Machine as well.

I don't know how true it is, but I heard that the record label didn't like some of Sara Barreilles's songs when they signed her, so they asked her to write a love song, and her answer to that was the song "Love Song" Head under water And they tell me to breathe easy for a while The breathing gets harder even I know that You made room for me but it's too soon to see If I'm happy in your hands I'm unusually hard to hold on to Blank stares at blank pages No easy way to say this You mean well but you make this hard on me I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's Make or breaking this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you to stay If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today Today I learned the hard way That they all say things you want to hear My heavy heart sinks deep down under you And your twisted words your help just hurts You are not what I thought you were Hello to high and dry Convinced me to please you Made me think that I need this too I'm trying to let you hear me as I am I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's Make or breaking this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you to stay If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better reason to write you a love song today Promise me you'll leave the light on To help me see with daylight my guide gone 'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me because I say I won't write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking this Is that why you wanted a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you to stay If your heart is nowhere in it I don't want it for a minute Babe I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to Write you a love song today Today

Workin' For MCA - Lynyrd Synyrd.

"Glamour Boy" by the Guess Who is a really good one.

Money for nothing - Dire Straits http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/dire+straits/money+for+nothing_20040681.html EMI - The Sex Pistols http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/E-M-I-lyrics-Sex-Pistols/D90E6A497AE4B5844825691B000A9425 Mr. Recordman - Ugly Kid Joe. http://www.lyrics007.com/Ugly%20Kid%20Joe%20Lyrics/MR.%20RECORDMAN%20Lyrics.html

Say anything - In defense of the genre Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than great It's beautiful and valid Go tell the false friend, who doubts your art: "Hey, toss my caustic salad!" Their noise pollution is a one-night stand A closet corporate ballad Compose the theme, compose the theme That seems to haunt the sultan's dreams Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky Don't you dare lie down your spear and die, oh small fry (small dry) Crime of the century, know what it meant to me They'll label us what they can never be So hate me but I am in your heart I am in your heart Pulling it apart All those magazines and stifled teens Whose trite teething is outdated Have miniscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away This war's been reinstated So spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless race And all they've consecrated I won't believe, believe, believe, believe, believe The twisted web they weave They can stitch you silent now, or bitch the violence out I'm disavowed, disavowed, proud to shun their know-how The wolf begat the lamb, now it's in his hands I'm reeling from a feeling that they've banned Our last stand goes: I am in your heart (burnin up a black hole) I am in your heart (burnin up a black hole) Pullin it apart Hallelujah, love lost [x3] I've got an empty wallet and a record cover The stage, hot and worn like an aging lover So I spew a comet of verbal vomit Sacreligious, of Christ or Islamic It's full of piss and they'll never stop Come on and kill the kindly ones The ever blinded ones We stand and face you now, we will not run Crime of the century, know what it meant to me Just you wait and see where your lemming line leads I am in your heart (burnin up a black hole) I am in your heart (burnin up a black hole) Pullin it apart

Heather Myles - Nashville's Gone Hollywood"

Kill'em all,Metallica

yall want a single by korn, i think. even though theres not too many words in that other than f*ck that

(This is not a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. This is the real thing) Kick back watch it crumble See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart I'm gonna raise my glass above my heart Then someone shouts "That's what they get!" For all the years of hit and run For all the piss broke bands on VH1 Where did all, their money go? Don't we all know Parasitic music industry As it destroys itself We'll show them how it's supposed to be Music written from devotion Not ambition, not for fame Zero people are exploited There are no tricks, up our sleeve Gonna fight against the mass appeal We're gonna kill the 7 record deal Make records that have more than one good song The dinosaurs will slowly die And I do believe no one will cry I'm just fucking glad I'm gonna be There to watch the fall Prehistoric music industry Three feet in la brea tar Extinction never felt so good If you think anyone would feel badly You are sadly, mistaken The time has come for evolution Fuck collusion, kill the five Whatever happened to the handshake? Whatever happened to deals no-one would break? What happened to integrity? It's still there it always was For playing music just because A million reasons why (All) dinosaurs will die (All) dinosaurs will die (All) dinosaurs will die

E.M.I. Sex Pistols There's unlimited supply And there is no reason why I tell you it was all a frame They only did it 'cos of fame Who? E.M.I. E.M.I. E.M.I. Too many people had the suss Too many people support us Un unlimited amount Too many outlets in and out Who? E.M.I E.M.I E.M.I And sir and friends are crucified A day they wished that we had died We are an addition We are ruled by none Never ever never And you thought that we were faking That we were all just money making You do not believe we're for real Or you would lose your cheap appeal? Don't judge a book just by the cover Unless you cover just another And blind acceptance is a sign Of stupid fools who stand in line Like E.M.I E.M.I E.M.I Unlimted edition With an unlimited supply That was the only reason We all had to say goodbye Unlimited supply (E.M.I) There is no reason why (E.M.I) I tell you it was all a frame (E.M.I) They only did it 'cos of fame (E.M.I) I do not need the pressure (E.M.I) I can't stand those useless fools (E.M.I) Unlimited supply (E.M.I) Hello E.M.I Goodbye A & M