Sun Faded Posters

I see your work, you wanted to promote yourself.

You see yourself on the walls of many stores, then you see yourself thrown to the side. While we try to buy, try to keep up with the times.
What we see on the Internet, MTV. Digital is the new distribution. yet,

Analog is a part of me.

It seems like we are running ourselves in circles. The smell of competition is thick in the air. Creativity in music and art has been smothered, and that's what the mainstream has been training us to do. Put your face on a poster. Put your body on the wall. The more you are seen the higher your status in this society. The more you can get us to gawk, the better. The more you can fool us of your beauty, the more you can gain. Overtime we will all lose interest.

We will remember that song that you promoted, and remember how much we hate it now since it was played every hour, on the hour. We will see that sun faded poster of yours on the old closed record store wall. Remember when it seemed like you were on top of it all?

I write music for me.

This is my outlet. This is what makes me happy.

I never want to be a part of the corporate fuckery.

Denying every part of you, for something they want you to be.

What they will get is your dignity, what you will get

is a sun faded memory.