Going Nowhere in Los Angeles

Burly tattoo'd bouncers hold the long line

out on the street, against the wall, held back

not allowed to enter as though it's fine

seeing the club is empty for the lack

except for the Artists and Repertoire 

Reps that went in early and got their drinks

ordered quickly with no wait at the bar 

they try to avoid the unsigned band that thinks

their demo is worth a listen, a sure thing

the rep will pretend he's interested 

then rolls his eyes as he forgets to bring

the demo home where it can be tested

When the patrons finally get inside

they act too cool to care music just died