MusicRow is a Nashville music industry trade publication providing reviews, breaking news, and in-depth coverage for more than 30 years. The publication delivers online content in addition to six annual print magazines including its InCharge, Artist Roster and Publisher directories. MusicRow Enterprises is also home to song pitch-sheet RowFax, and the MusicRow radio chart.
David M. Ross founded the enterprise in Nashville beginning April 1981 as a one-page directory and fostered its growth for almost three decades. The publication was acquired from Ross in 2008 by SouthComm Communications. In 2010, Sherod Robertson acquired the enterprise and is currently its publisher.
RowFax began in 1992, sending out breaking news, song pitch lists and industry news each Friday by fax machine. Today, the service digitally distributes weekly information about current recording projects searching for songs to record. The service is used primarily by professional music publishers, songwriters, producers, artists, and A&R executives. Each entry contains artist, label, producer, recording schedule, project description and contact details when available. The publication is not involved in pitching, reviewing, listening to or owning songs.
Nothing will change my mind,
I think I told you
Many things I was never shown,
I won't be like you
Many I'll never see, nobody told me
Want to throw my life down the drain,
And walk in the rain
Not a next day, only today
Not tomorrow, here and right now
I want to forget it, not think it over
I don't want to be a lawyer, only murderer
[Chorus:]
On the brink of madness
I'm with my back to the wall, but I'll be strong
Empty eyes, in anguish
Here today gone tomorrow, I'm getting cold
Not scared, just cold
I can't make up, for lost time now
Just look out which way the wind blows
For the last time, for the last day
No more to gain, madness remains
You can run, you can hide, be guilty or innocent
Try to scream and struggle
Wherever you go, it will find you someday
You can't paint the town red,
Be loaded or restitute
Try to leave and forget,
Whatever you do, it will find you someday
On the corner, two blocks away
From up above, close to you
You can move, heaven and earth,
Be a big name or small fry
Try to pray and repent