I see this charged collision of two things that were meant for each other: film and song.

I wanna be Tom Waits, the man who has the smallest part but commands the screen.

I wanna be Jean Gabin, totally careless with a song in my heart.

I wanna be Clint Eastwood, leaving on the last bus out, backed by brooding instrumentals.

I wanna be Bob Dylan, an alias...an ellipsis...a parenthesis.

I wanna be David Bowie, wrapped up in stardust, frequent and far between.

I wanna be Steve Van Zandt, a right-hand man.

I wanna be Johnny Cash, warm, loving, eternal.

I wanna be Elvis Presley, with tears as I face Amazing Grace.

I wanna be Frank Sinatra (From: Here, To: Eternity)