Rockstar

Rockstar by Nickelback is undoubtedly a fun song. You really need to listen to the lyrics of the song to figure out which interpretation you want to go with. Some prefer to see the singer pining for this enviable lifestyle. If you’re used to overanalyzing, you’ll coerce yourself to cue in on the hints between the lines where it appears as a satire. Probably, the singer is mocking this shallow lifestyle filled with vanity and materialism, devoid of true joy. And then, the video also has this dude who may or may not be the devil. He’s passively instigating the singer to surrender his soul in exchangen of these luxuries. Well, you can interpret it the way you like. It’s a great inspiration for a poem!

Anyway, like all my music-inspired poems, I suggest playing the song{which I have embedded below for your convenience} as you read; it truly elevates the experience!

Rockstar – poem by Ruelha

I've stood in queues
I've paid my dues
I waited patiently, but I never got in
I did the right thing, but I didn't win

I want to tear the books I read growing up
Good triumps over evil; all, please shut up
I've lived in a utopian world, patiently
I've looked up into the skies faithfully
And like everything else, I did it intensely
Until I finally realized it's just been me

I'm tired of pleasing everyone in sight
I'll be the one to define my own wrong and right
I'm tired of apologising for things I didn't do
I had to fall several times at the same avenue
But, this year's gonna be a good breakthrough
I'm done making way for others; now I'm coming through

Everyone's got hidden motives, driving their own agendas
Nobody's innocent; it's all just a propoganda
Just like with colas and the Christmas Santa
I've got a panoramic view from my verandah
If they're nice to you, there's something that they want
And the naive ones, they don't survive too long

So what do you want?
What do you need?
Let's hear you plead...

I want a brand new house, my own living space
Hit the pause button and preserve my face
I want a life that's healthy and long 
So I can enjoy as they praise my songs
And access to wealth and money
So I can purchase my type of company
A faithful Retriever who'll belong to me only
So I'll never long for love, I'll never be lonely

Is that all you want?
What do you need?
Let's hear you plead...

I want a big tub with a fancy jaccuzi
Where I can drink my wine and eat sushi
A walk-in wardrobe that'll be everyone's envy
A limitless card to be on a perpetual shopping spree
I want an airplane of my own
No more living on crumbs and bones

I hear you; I feel you
Is that all you need?
Let's hear you plead...

There'll be a time everybody'll know my name
I'll be at the top coz I'm destined for fame
Every fine gold-digger will line up patiently
I'm gonna turn the tables now blatantly
The girls come easy, and they'll bow at my feet
They'll behave all sweet, despite how I treat

I hear you; I feel you
Is that all you need?
Let's hear you plead...

I'll be in the VIP of the coolest bars
In the company of movie stars
And every word that I speak
Will become a viral tweak
I'll have the who's-who on speed dial
And get anything with just one smile

Are you ready?
Hold steady

Yeah, I wanna be rocks star
Does it really sound that bizzare?
Someday you'll see me get out of my Porsche car
In place of the bottle holder, there'll be a jar of caviar
And while the chauffeur escorts me out
Everyone will recognize me without a doubt

Is this what you really want?
I'm gonna take you to that restaurant!
Although that's a tall order
I'm tired of seeing you martyred

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
Someday, everybody's gonna know my name
Yeah, I wanna be rocks star
Does it really sound that bizzare?
But, it really ain't that far
Cos I'm gonna be rocks star
Hey, hey, hey, I'm gonna be rocks star

- RUELHA
www.ruelha.com
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Disclaimer: This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Most of my poems do not hint at my life/situation. Kindly refrain from drawing such parallels. Much of what I write is purely fictional. Situations and examples may be hypothetical. I have always written about topics I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives, etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography, etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer! Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a disrespectful manner. Please extend me the grace of excusing typos if you notice any. I seldom ever edit due to time constraints. My written material may have references to various substances, none of which I promote, and my writings contain material that may be unsuitable for children.

Rockstar by Nickelback Lyrics

I'm through with standing in line to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth, and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king-size tub, big enough for ten plus me

(Uh, so what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club at 37, 000 feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and changed my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 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 V.I.P. with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair and, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hmm, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs, so I can eat my meals for free

(I'll have the quesadilla, haha!)

I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and changed my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 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 V.I.P. with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary, and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync 'em every night, so I don't get 'em wrong
Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving 15 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 V.I.P. with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary, and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hmm, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar