That boy’s not right…
One of the backing singers on the song ‘White Heat‘ from the ‘True Blue‘ album was a young aspiring singer called Richard Marx. Born in 1963 in Illinois, Marx was five years Madonna’s junior, but recording for her led to recording with Whitney Houston and in turn onto his own successful, Grammy Award winning career.
You’d think he might be grateful at being invited to perform on a 20,000,000+ selling album, working with the hottest star in the world and getting access to the talented musicians and writers which comes with working with Madonna.
But no, in possibly one of the most bitter diatribes ever committed to tape, Marx chose to ‘thank’ her by penning a song about her, named ‘Superstar‘ and including it on his 1994 ‘Paid Vacation‘ album
Admitting, in 2004, that the song was about Madonna, Marx finally confirmed the rumours. Let’s have a look at what his thoughts on the Queen of Pop are:
You’re the queen of your own little world, you really made a splash,
Got the offers rollin in, but you’re nothing more than high paid trash.
Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head,
Pity if they found out that youre lonely in your bed.
Maybe it all happened to you just a little too fast.
Won’t let anybody touch you so you do it for yourself.
Plain to see there’s a woman cryin out for help.
You’re a superstar, but you don’t know who you are,
And your money won’t get you very far.
You’re a mystery, nothing can set you free,
Your demons haunt you endlessly.
You face the end of your youth in a tired little masquerade,
You talk to people with a tongue like a newly sharpened razor blade.
Yours is not a life that let’s you take a look inside,
Morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide,
But in the end you’ll be sleeping in the bed you made.
All you wants a daddy, the one you never had,
A need for understanding aching in you bad…
…it seems so clear to me, theres something that youd rather be.
Take a look around you now, before its much too late,
Make the choice to change, or be a victim of your fate.
All your life, youve been running from the girl inside…
…oh, but its plain to see there’s someone…