Rock Star's Lament
Bobby Bare Lyrics


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I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits
For a bottle of bad whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell
Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell

Hide a face you might remember hide a voice you may recall
It was that cold night in December when we played Carnegie Hall
Now we're smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well
Till I took my first drink of whiskey we started down the road to hell

I have pawned my golden records. I have sold my sequent suits
For a bottle of bad whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell
Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell




Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
With no song left to sell

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics of Bobby Bare's song "Rock Star's Lament," the singer reflects on the downfall of a once successful rock star who has fallen into a life of addiction and despair. The opening lines reveal that the singer has resorted to pawning their golden records and selling their extravagant suits to fund their destructive habits, symbolized by trading them for "a bottle of bad whiskey" and giving up their fancy boots. This imagery sets the tone for a narrative of loss and regret as the rock star's life unravels.


The mention of standing on the corner with a "sad sad tail to tell" paints a picture of a disillusioned individual who once commanded the stage and now finds themselves reduced to a mere shadow of their former self. The contrast between the glory of being a rock star and the desolation of being a "drunker with no song left to sell" highlights the stark decline in the singer's life and career. The use of repetition in these lines emphasizes the sense of finality and hopelessness in the situation.


The lyrics delve into a flashback of a memorable performance at Carnegie Hall, where the singer recalls a time of success and recognition. However, this momentary glimpse of past glory is juxtaposed with the present reality of "smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well," suggesting that even in the midst of apparent contentment, the seeds of self-destruction were already sown. The mention of "tak[ing] my first drink of whiskey" as the turning point towards a downward spiral underscores the destructive power of addiction.


As the song circles back to the refrain of pawning records and giving up suits for whiskey, the repetition serves as a haunting reminder of the singer's self-inflicted downfall. The poignant conclusion of being a "drunker with no song left to sell" encapsulates the loss of creativity, purpose, and identity that accompanies the rock star's descent into oblivion. The repetition of this final line drives home the tragic inevitability of a once celebrated figure now being reduced to a pitiful existence with no hope of redemption. Through vivid imagery and introspective storytelling, "Rock Star's Lament" conveys a cautionary tale of fame, excess, and the harrowing consequences of losing oneself to addiction.


Line by Line Meaning

I have pawned my golden records
I have sacrificed my success and achievements


I have sold my sequent suits
I have given up my glamorous lifestyle


For a bottle of bad whiskey I gave up my fancy boots
I traded luxury for self-destructive habits


Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tail to tell
Now I find myself in a sorry state, with a story of decline to share


Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
Previously successful in music, now struggling with addiction and an empty creative well


Hide a face you might remember
Conceal a familiar identity


Hide a voice you may recall
Obscure a recognizable sound


It was that cold night in December when we played Carnegie Hall
Recalling a memorable performance at a prestigious venue


Now we're smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well
Engaging in destructive behavior while continuing to perform adequately


Till I took my first drink of whiskey we started down the road to hell
The moment my addiction began, leading us towards destruction


Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
Previously successful in music, now struggling with addiction and an empty creative well


Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
Previously successful in music, now struggling with addiction and an empty creative well


With no song left to sell
Having nothing left to offer in terms of music or performance




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: KOLLER, SILVERSTEIN

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