... to the tune of "Memphis" by Janis  Ian, from the album "god & the fbi".

We were cruising on the Highway
Sampling brave new sounds
All the world was at our fingers
The music loading down
Then along hysteria's skyline
Reddish lights began to loom
I said  "If you only knew, sir
The rot you'll induce, sir
You'd not be trying to ...

If you saw this Business the way that I do
Things would look different to you
Royalty smelter, kiss my posterior,
Business, the knell of the muse"

The net was filled with promise
And music filled the air
All the talent rock 'n rolling
Through ether, everywhere
Now the net is near-encrypted
The songs no-one can hear
So the melody lingers
Then slips from our fingers
The Highway flows backwards with fears

If you saw this Business the way that I do
Things would look different to you
Royalty smelter, kiss my posterior
Business, the knell of the muse

So rock on, roll on,
Our sweet Napsteria, roll on ...
How the melody lingers
Then slips from our fingers
The party is over, we fear

If you saw this Business the way that I do
Things would look different to you
Royalty smelter, kiss my posterior
Business, the knell of the muse
Business, the knell of the muse
 

Postscript (after Chomsky):

Then:  "Hit Record" = successful piece of vinyl
Now:   "Hit Record" = best-ever Web site visitor count!

  Think about it.