Obviously about 'stars' that grew up wanting to be famous. It's from their entourage's perspective. They pity and resent the famous one, but she's getting what she wanted. It's like the universal anthem of artist's personal assistant. It also reminds me of my scene friend who got into modeling and was simultaneously happy and depressed and empty. And pretty. Picture-face indeed, but nothing behind it except blind hunger for more more more, more meaning, more exposure, more money. I played this at parties and most people danced, but some stood back and watched and listened to the lyrics. They drank more than the others.
Obviously about 'stars' that grew up wanting to be famous. It's from their entourage's perspective. They pity and resent the famous one, but she's getting what she wanted. It's like the universal anthem of artist's personal assistant. It also reminds me of my scene friend who got into modeling and was simultaneously happy and depressed and empty. And pretty. Picture-face indeed, but nothing behind it except blind hunger for more more more, more meaning, more exposure, more money. I played this at parties and most people danced, but some stood back and watched and listened to the lyrics. They drank more than the others.