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• Artiste: Jack The Ripper
• Titre: Old Stars
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Old stars are shining from the sky You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight Can't you see they're getting high on you ? Old stars are shining from your eyes You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight Can't you see they're getting high on you ? Old stars are playing Still / There / Still They are faking You're the spotlight, you're the sunlight Can't you see they're getting high on you ? Burn ! Burn the flames ! Burn the spaces, little star ! You can fall down ! You can stumble ! Planets and comets are falling from the sky Useless little atoms are burning all the bridges. And they fall in, and they fall down I saw many men (they) fall Come on little comets, we love to see you go ! Poets and comets are falling from beyond Lucy has died for her diamonds in the sky And they shine in, and they shine on I saw many men (they) fall Come on little comets, we love to see you go ! All the poets consumate Burn their brain like comets While Venus in her car Rolls to Heaven Like a star He was right, Mister Hegel "The end of Art must be nigh" For we burn and we burn What money can't buy And the sun may shine on While the moon makes me sad I'm a man full of scars But Heaven's so far For I burnt my talents On their funeral pyre Cause they and they burn What money can't buy...