Rock Star Diary
On a lonely lonesome highway, east of Omaha. You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song. Yeah that sounds like it would make an awesome song, but for some reason it sounds familiar. Oh well. I suppose I should stop trying to write songs and use this journal to write about my day. It started like every other good morning in are supper awesome tour bus with a hot tub and bedrooms and a big screen T.V. Then I had a concert with Rush because Neil Pert is amazing. Then I had lunch and signed all kinds of autographs for adoring fans, for a price of coarse. Then I went to an amusement park and gave a concert there and rode roller coasters. Later me and my band wrote songs. We also decided to let Noah join even though we only need a piano in a whole two songs but what ever at least he will stop bugging us (and we can make him do all the paperwork and technical stuff.) Then we went out for second lunch at the fanciest Mc Donald’s we could find. Then we had a concert with Metallica and had third lunch at Taco Bell. We liked Taco Bell so much, we decided to buy the whole franchise so we can now eat there free any time we feel like it. Then we kicked Noah out of the band because he was being mean. Then he wined a lot so we let him back in. And now we are driving to Omaha to perform another concert. That was my day.
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On a long and lonesome highway,
east of Omaha
You can listen to the engines
moanin' out it's one old song
You can think about the woman,
or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin',
the way they always do
When you're ridin' 16 hours,
and there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like ridin',
you just wish the trip was through
(chorus)
Here I am, on the road again,
there I am, up on the stage
There I go, playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page
So you walk into this restaurant,
uh strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you,
as you're shakin' off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you,
but you just want to explode
Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk,
other times you can
All the same old cliché's,
is it woman, is it man
And you always seem outnumbered,
you don't dare make a stand
Make your stand
(chorus)
Ah But here I am, on the road again,
there I am, up on the stage
Here I go, ah playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page
Woah
Out there in the spotlight,
you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy,
you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body,
like the music that you play
Later in the evenin',
as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers,
ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
rememberin' what she said
What she said
Yeah, and here I am,
on the road again,
there I am, up on that stage
Here I go, playin' star again,
there I go, turn the page
And there I go, turn that page
There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, Here I go, yeah
Here I go-oh-o, There I go
And I'm gone
u totaly copied this song
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