So, you wanna be a star...

I need a vacation, I really do.  And it's not like I need to go sit somewhere in the sun, drink pina colada's, swim in ocean blue water and snorkel.  Now that I speak about it, maybe I do need that, doesn't sound so bad!  But, I am not even thinking that grand of a vacation.  I just need to get out of LA.  Really bad.  The air is smoggy, the people are bothering me, I am sick of the traffic and the rude drivers and the long waits at Starbucks and the parking meters that cost $5 for 5 minutes and the people at the mall that look as if they just walked off a soap opera set and the people texting as they walk down the street or even worse, as they drive.  I am cranky, I am whining, I am judging and I am complaining about LA.  A vacation for me at this point would be driving to Torrance or even Arcadia or Long Beach, ANYWHERE that is away from LA.  Just being honest.  And I am sure I have been guilty about everything I am complaining about, I mean I obviously came to LA for a reason, I mean I started a blog, how narcissistic is that ????  :)    But, right now, today, I want to go somewhere where not everyone I run into is fake or pretend or working on an image or trying to get somewhere, or trying to get out of somewhere or or or or or...waaaaahhhhhhhhhhh ;)

                So, You Wanna Be A Star


So, you wanna be a star, said the ego to the self,
Wait before you rise above and let your ego melt.
I have a story, come with me; I promise it is true,
I was a star, and how you ask?  Just meet me at the bar...

Life was good, it was, and success was riding me high,
People hung on my every whim; I drove a bright red car.
Life was good it was, with all the money I make,
And why do people love me so?  Well, they don’t know I am a fake.

           CHORUS:
           So, you wanna be a star, said the ego to the self,
           Wait before you rise above and let your ego melt.

So, off you go, with bat and mitt, I see through your empty eyes
When your ego rules the show, I promise, you’ll go down slow.
Success is as good as any drug, beware, it's nice to be high,
But when you're up without a ground, you're deaf to warning sounds.

           CHORUS

You won’t be anything unless you’re rich,
You won’t be loved without a really tight ass,
You won’t have friends if you don’t drive very fast,
You won’t rise above without kissing some ass.

           CHORUS

This story comes from truth, and now I am sad and old,
I let my ego rise above, and yes, my soul was sold.
I am a star and in my car, I laugh at the money I made,
But I cry my empty eyes to sleep, cuz I know I'm a fake.

Maybe one day, soon I hope, I will save a soul or two
But now I speak the truth for me and hope not the truth for you...

~Jenn