I have met a lot of musicians.
Few have a good word for promoters!
I have spoken to managers and promoters.
Few have a good word to say for musicians.
I wrote this lyric as part of a series of lyrics for a fictional group in the 1960s
The Promoter
The contract he wrote was the deal
And papers lengthy and lawful,
Make it legal for him to steal;
Conditions are really quite awful.
Chorus
‘Co s his partnership deals only make sense,
When he gets the dollars
And we get the cents
His payouts can suffer delay,
Contract conditions are artful.
We may get some money some day;
The interest he keeps by the cartful.
Chorus
Now we must have been very dim,
To our pleading he is immune.
The money we made was for him,
When he said we’d make a fortune.
Chorus
There’s one thing he likes to promote
And on this he just can’t be frank,
‘Cos we know he just loves to gloat;
‘Bout OUR cash he keeps in HIS bank.
Chorus
But we signed his awful papers.
The contract we got was his deal.
We’re stuck with his lawful capers
And it’s “legal” for him to steal.
Chorus
Yes his partnership deals only make sense
Where he gets the dollars
And we get the cents.
© Trevor Morgan 1997
The Rising Tide 