Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Livin' in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
and well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Livin' in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
with her bleach blonde hair
and well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
We’ve all heard, and I’m sure, even sang along to the now infamous words of Chad Kroeger but I find it ridiculously alarming at how much of my thought space and time in my day is consumed with this thought. A song written and released more than 4 yrs ago and it still plagues me every day… I just wanna be a big Rock Star.
Silly? Wishful thinking? Who knows and quite frankly who the fuck cares…. If I’m honest, then yes, I do wanna be a rock star, I do wanna live in a hill top house and drive a fancy car. I do wanna be skinny and wear leather pants and rock ACDC t-shirts all day while putting pen to paper! Shit, that to me is the dream! Okay I admit the amount of energy spent on wishing this were true could probably go to better use, but hell – every one is allowed to dream, are they not?
Don’t get me wrong. Its not that I lack ambition or drive. I have enough of both and I can rock a corporate boardroom any day of the week, along with the best of them but at night when the suit pants comes off and the knickers, hoodie and knee high socks come on, that’s all I can think about! Its like a total sense of freedom! I get to shake the bobby pins out of my hair, lay on an extra smear of eyeliner and head bang on the couch to the likes of Korn or a lil bit of Bullet. Its my stress release. Even better – throw in a paintbrush and blank canvas and shit, I’m on fire!
I get to escape to a world that is just mine.. No drama, no bullshit, no people, just me and the music. So, yes, even though I’m a 28 yr old woman why would I not want to be a Rock Star?! I know childhood dreams of occupations as fireman and doctors, a lot of the time, get tossed aside but If I can be honest, I have never quite given up on the dream of being a Rock Star! Granted I have the voice of a dying baby seal and the guitar talent of an elephant in mittens, but I’d like to think that maybe one day, just maybe, I could be the brains behind a rock operation and pen some badass lyrics that grab the attention of some band manager out there… Pipe dream? Maybe… but again, a life without dreams is just too damn boring!
Rock n Roll for Life!!
I LOOOOOOVE this rockstar piece :)
ReplyDeleteIt totally screams you dude, always good 2read ur stuff....but i want MORE, MORE MORE pls!!!!
:)
Well said chika... You sound like you're at a bit of a crossroads... Freedom to do what you want and the need for responsibility i.e work in the real world... How badly do you want the life you dream about? Turn the dream into a reality, take steps to get out there and netwrok and speak to the right people... Living a lifestyle and being a lifestyle are two completely different things.
ReplyDeleteAnd just to add : How many "happy" rock stars have you heard about? It's not all wine and roses at the end of the day :)