Trading

This was penned by me in 1973

Scraped her out of the gutterGroomed and dressed her niceLaunched her as a SuperstarBut who would pay the price?Displayed her in the windowWhere people come to buyAnd the people get a bargainBut the price she pays is highParaded in the marketWeighed upon the scalesShe is worth her weight in goldHave you seen the record sales?Her body is an itemTo be sold just like a whore’sFor 10% and a pound of fleshThey lick their lips for moreMiddle EightTrading her life for anotherOn the market stallsTaken for a ride up highWho’ll save her if she fallsTrading the moon on the back porchFor a penthouse and bright lightsBut who is in her entourageFriends or parasites?But come the final curtainAnd people don’t want moreShe is labelled up as shop soiledIn a discount storeOr dumped back in the gutterAnd left to limp back homeThey are smiling as they scurryBack underneath a stone

And wasn’t I an angry young man? I suppose some of it still rings true today but the “they” nowadays is Simon Cowell who has become mega rich by discovering and promoting talent but is hardly a parasite living under a stone….unless you have a different view?

Jon Bratton copyright 1973You have the tunes, I supply you with the words. Only when the completed song is published and earns royalties, or any other monetary return, will appropriate royalties, per the industry standard, become payable to me, the copyright owner Jon Bratton