Starz In Their Eyes

By Just Jack, 2007

The song was "loosely inspired by an article in Heat magazine on Michelle McManus," says Jack Allsopp, from Camden in London. "There were pictures of her in a swimming costume a week after she won Pop Idol, and they slagged her off. Which is the epitome of that Heat thing, where you're too fat one minute and to thin the next. It's all bollocks really." (The London Paper, 2 October 2006, p.29).

They'll be making sure you stay amused

They'll fill you up with drugs and booze

Maybe you'll make the evening news

And when you're tripping over your dreams

They'll keep you down by any means

and by the end of the night you'll be stifling your screams

Since you became a VIPerson

It's like your problems have all worsened

Your paranoia casts aspersions

On the truths you know

And they'll just put you in the spotlight

And hope that you'll do alright

Or maybe not

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

Starz in their eyes?

Remember they said you'd show them all

Emphasise the rise but not the fall

And now you're playing a shopping mall

Your mum and dad they can't believe

What you appear to have achieved

While the rest of these users are just laughing in their sleeves

Since you became a VIPerson

It's like your problems have all worsened

Your paranoia casts aspersions

On the truths you know

And now the tabloids use your face

To document your fall from grace

And then they'll tell you that that's just the way it goes

That's just the way it goes

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

It's the same old story well they just didn't realise

And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine

And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

It's the same old story well they just didn't realise

And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines

And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

Why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

So why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

Starz in their eyes?

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

It's the same old story well they just didn't realise

And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine

And Saturday night's drunken dreams

(When I grow up im going to be famous)

Behind the steel barrier and sequence and glitter

Five inch heels still knee deep in the litter

Each of them a bitter bullshitter,

Wrapped up in the cloak of fake glamour, getting lost in the camera

Well footprints are fools gold, diamonds crusts on their one off plimsolls

So little time for these one off arseholes

Rigour mortis Ken and Barbie dolls,

A pair of big shades and a push up bra,

It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars,

That you've come a long way from the place that you started

So why'd you wanna go and get so down hearted

Welcome to the kingdom of the blagger

Uncutting you nose clean, coating you bladder

A whole lot happier a whole lot sadder,

Used to be satisfied but now you feel like Mick Jagger,

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

It's the same old story well they just didn't realise

And it's a long way to come from the dog and duck karaoke machine

And Saturday night's drunken dreams

Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?

It's the same old story well they just didn't realise

And it's a long way to come from your private bedroom dance routines

And Saturday night's drunken dreams

The Dark Art

Bowie on being an Artist, a theatrical clown...

“In the early 1974 live shows he played the rôle of the 'Cracked Actor,' parodying a Hollywood Pierrot Hamlet who addressed a skull with the lyrics: ‘you sold me illusions for a sack full of cheques / you've made a bad connection 'cause I just want your sex’…In 1993, Bowie admitted that it was the atmosphere surrounding the Manson murders that had induced his fascination with what he called 'Black Magick.' Manson himself was possessed by occult fantasies. Nonetheless, most people were far more interested in Bowie's latest hairstyle than his lyrics. He still maintained, ‘I'm Pierrot, I'm Everyman. What I'm doing is Theatre, and only Theatre…what you see on stage isn't sinister. It's pure clown…putting over the great sadness of 1976.’" – Peter R. Koenig (‘The Laughing Gnostic - David Bowie and the Occult,’ 1996/2014, www.parareligion.ch/bowie.htm).

Our pop culture zeitgeist (?) in England was transferred from Crowley to Bowie?

Crowley died in Hastings in 1947 and Bowie was born in 1947 (8 January 1947)

Crowley, Hitler and Napoleon each started out in a more positive way but became egomaniacs.

“Already in 1969, Bowie had said about England: ‘This country is crying out for a leader. God knows what it is looking for, but if it's not careful it's going to end up with a Hitler. This place is so ready to be picked up by anybody who has a strong enough personality to lead.’ [Bowie interviewed by Kate Simpson, in Music Now! December 1969]…

’People aren't very bright, you know. They say they want freedom, but when they get the chance, they pass up Nietzsche and choose Hitler.’

‘Adolf Hitler was one of the first rock stars...think about it…I think he was quite as good as Jagger. It's astounding. And, boy, when he hit that stage, he worked an audience. Good God! He was no politician. He was a media artist himself. He used politics and theatrics and created this thing that governed and controlled the show for those 12 years.’

‘I think I might have been a bloody good Hitler. I'd be an excellent dictator. Very eccentric and quite mad.’

‘I'd love to enter politics. I will one day. I'd adore to be Prime Minister. And yes, I believe very strongly in Fascism. The only way we can speed up the sort of liberalism that's hanging foul in the air at the moment is to speed up the progress of a rightwing, totally dictatorial tyranny and get it over as fast as possible.’

[Bowie interviewed by Cameron Crowe: ‘A candid conversation with the actor, rock singer and sexual switch–hitter,’ printed in Playboy, September 1976.]”

- Peter–R. Koenig (‘The Laughing Gnostic - David Bowie and the Occult,’1996/2014, www.parareligion.ch/bowie.htm).

“The chorus of the song, in part, goes like this: Fuck this/ I don't need it/ The devil's only son is going to save you from the holy one/ Dad you are my motherfucker funky chicken space brother/ Did you ever love my mother?/ I guess about as much as I loved you. ‘I'm pretty proud of those lyrics,’ he says later. ‘People sometimes get mad at musicians, but that's the healthy way to explore those things - through art. This is what's festering in my subconscious.’" - Matthew Roberts (one of Charles Manson’s love children).