Rockstar Boyfriends II
rock, Super-fast 200+ BPM crash-and-bash mod-punk: sludgy down-picked guitars, blown-out bass, frantic four-on-the-floor drums. Multiple layered raspy female vocals with thick dirty Cockney edge; shouty gang “oh”s and “oi”s in the background. Verses tight and talky, chorus a big football-chant hook with stacked low growl harmonies and sneering call-and-response. Guitars stay raw and midrangey, everything slammed and clipping for a live-in-a-pub explosion., pop, punk, raw, comedy, low, merseybeat, british invasion
Rockstar Boyfriends II
rock, Super-fast 200+ BPM crash-and-bash mod-punk: sludgy down-picked guitars, blown-out bass, frantic four-on-the-floor drums. Multiple layered raspy female vocals with thick dirty Cockney edge; shouty gang “oh”s and “oi”s in the background. Verses tight and talky, chorus a big football-chant hook with stacked low growl harmonies and sneering call-and-response. Guitars stay raw and midrangey, everything slammed and clipping for a live-in-a-pub explosion., pop, punk, raw, comedy, low, merseybeat, british invasion
Lyrics
Met a geezer in a band
Said he’s massive in Japan
‘Played the Marquee’ in his dreams
Livin’ in his mum’s back room
Leather jacket
Primark tag
Two chord hero
Proper lad
Got a fanbase
“yeah
My nan”
Sells his demos out the van (classy)
Rockstar boyfriends
All the same
Rockstar
Rockstar
What’s your name?
Rockstar boyfriends
Tiny stage
Rockstar
Rockstar
Twice my age
(oh) rockstar boyfriends
Bless their hearts
(oh) eyeliner
Broken hearts
Rockstar boyfriends
What a state
Rockstar
Rockstar
You’re me fate (…unfortunately)
Drummer’s sofa is his flat
Calls it “touring” when he’s late
Got a pedal
Doesn’t work
Still he says it “changes worlds”
Writes me love songs
Steals the tune
Swears he wrote it in his room
On his playlist
Only him
Screamin’ through my kitchen tin (oi, shut it)
Rockstar boyfriends
Cheap champagne
Rockstar
Rockstar
Late-night train
Rockstar boyfriends
Borrowed smoke
Rockstar
Rockstar
All talk
Joke
(oh) rockstar boyfriends
Bless their hearts
(oh) tragic little works of art
Rockstar boyfriends
What a crew
Rockstar
Rockstar… I’ve got two
I date the frontman
I date the bassman
I date the soundman
Still got no sound
Man
I date the “producer”
He’s just a loser
I date the roadie
He’s just me mate Tony (alright Tone)
Rockstar boyfriends
God help me
Rockstar
Rockstar
Won’t leave me be
Rockstar boyfriends
Catch me out
Rockstar
Rockstar
All self-doubt
(oh) rockstar boyfriends
Bless their hearts
(oh) I’m the fool that loves that part
Rockstar boyfriends
One last song
Rockstar
Rockstar
I’ll sing along (then dump ya)