Lieberson Madrigal — II. Recitative

Should we not steal this stage to speak our piece?
(Hear, Hear!)
Since day by day our fortunes but decrease?
(My sentiments exactly! Quite right!)
For art gone mad this company's gone broke
Our corporate image falters 'neath the yoke
(So true, upon my word!)
Of indolent artists
(Terrible!)
Doting A & R
(Scandalous!)
Publicity that's seldom up to par
Creative Services that don't create
And a sales force that gave
Poor John and Frank the gate
And now all hope has lapsed
Much too tired to strive against
That day, that dreadful day
Which shortly shall arrive
The day of reckoning, beyond a doubt
So, Goddard, sell your shares and bail us out