Well said, Max!

Personally, I believe there aren't enough lawyers (can't believe I said that) to prosecute the copyright cases, given the kinds of electronic communication we have now.

I began searching for lyrics on the Web a scant two years ago, and what has happened since then is incredible. It's only a matter of time before EVERYTHING is available electronically (and immediately), whether the so-called copyright owner likes it or not. I suggest this is GOOD for the so-called copyright owners, because I'm much more liable to go out and buy so-and-so's CD, once I've had a crack at the lyrics. I'd say my sheet music, songbook, and CD purchases have tripled since I started surfing. Isn't that what it's all about?

Finally, I offer a little ditty (with apologies to Tom for the apparent copyright infringement). You can hum a few bars when you retire for the evening......Tiger

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ONE MILLION LAWYERS -- Tom Paxton

Humankind has survived some disasters, I'm sure.
Like locusts and flash floods and flu.
There's never a moment when we've been secure
From the ills that the flesh is heir to.
If it isn't a war, it's some gruesome disease.
If it isn't disease, then it's war.
But there's worse still to come, and I'm asking you please
How the world's gonna take any more?

CHORUS
In ten years we're gonna have one million lawyers,
One million lawyers, one million lawyers.
In ten years we're gonna have one million lawyers.
How much can a poor nation stand?

The world shook with dread of Atilla the Hun
As he conquered with fire and steel,
And Genghis and Kubla and all of the Khans
Ground a groaning world under the heel.
Disaster, disaster, so what else is new?
We've suffered the worst and then some.
So I'm sorry to tell you, my suffering friends,
Of the terrible scourge still to come.

CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

Oh, a suffering world cries for mercy
As far as the eye can see.
Lawyers around every bend in the road,
Lawyers in every tree,
Lawyers in restaurants, lawyers in clubs,
Lawyers behind every door,
Behind windows and potted plants, shade trees and shrubs,
Lawyers on pogo sticks, lawyers in politics!

CHORUS

In spring there's tornadoes and rampaging floods,
In summer it's heat stroke and draught.
There's Ivy League football to ruin the fall,
It's a terrible scourge, without doubt.
There are blizzards to batter the shivering plain.
There are dust storms that strike, but far worse
Is the threat of disaster to shrivel the brain,
It's the threat of implacable curse.

CHORUS

(How much can a poor nation stand?)