(Okay, I’m no Al Yankovic. But I am increasingly frustrated with how long it is taking the entertainment and information industry to wake up and smell the napalm. Your old world is in flames, and you can’t fight the fire by spitting on it. Get with the program or get the hell out of the way. Here’s a familiar anthem to keep the ball rolling.) —CouchGuy

Come gather creators
Wherever you roam
And admit that your old
Business models are blown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be out there alone
While the lawyers are
Wastin’ time ravin’
Will you look for new channels
Or just whine, gripe and moan?
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and pundits
Whose website is your pen
And loudly reject
All those dinosaur men
Who just want to sell you
The same stuff again
For each new device
You are claimin’
When it all works together
You know we all win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen,
Cabinet flacks
Don’t take money from
The old media hacks
And sell your constituents
For dollars in stacks
The voters want more
And they’re ragin’
The future’s in people
Not corporate PACs
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come preachers and teachers
in every land
Don’t fear and revile
What you don’t understand
The young ones among you
Will lend you a hand

Your old ways are
Rapidly agin’
But all sorts of better
New ways can be planned
For the times they are a-changin’.

The people have found
Some new places to play
They’re tired of the greed
Of the RIAA
And the Spawn of Valenti
Will die off someday
The dinosaur men
Are all fadin’
And the Googles and Apples
Are risin’ today
For the times they are a-changin’.