Nina Simone. Stars (with lyrics).

Originally by (Janis Ian)

Stars, they come and go.
They come fast, 'n slow.
They go like the last light of the sun,
All in a blaze.
And all you see is glory.
Hey, but it gets lonely there,
When there's no one here to share.
We can shake it away,
If you'll hear a story.

People lust for fame,
Like athletes in a game.
We break our collarbones,
And come up swinging.
Some of us are crowned,
Some of us are downed
Some of are lost and never found.
But most have seen it all.
They live their Lives,
In sad cafes and music halls
They always have a story

Some make it when they're young,
Before the world has done it's dirty job.
And later on, someone will say,
"You've had your day, now you must make way."
Don't they always?

But they'll never know the pain
Of living with a name you never owned.
Or the many years forgetting,
What you know too well,
That you who gave the crown,
Have been let down.
You try to make amends
Without defending
Perhaps pretending
You never saw the eyes
Of young men at twenty-five,
who followed as you walked,
Asked for autographs,
Kissed you on the cheek.
And you never could believe,
They really loved you.
Never
Some make it when they're old
Perhaps they have a soul they're not afraid to bare.
Perhaps there's nothing there.

But anyway that isn't what i meant to say
I'm meant to tell about a story
since we all have stories
but can't remember it anyways
So i can tell about the mood in the in United States today
Permeating even Switzerland
It Goes ...
[music]
But i continue anyways until i get it together

Some women have a body,
Men will want to see.
And so they put it on display.
Some people play a fine guitar.
I could listen to them play all day.
But anyway, I'm trying to tell my story.
Janis Ian told it very well,
Janis Joplin told it even better,
Billy Holiday told it even better.
We always, we always, we always have a story.
The latest story that I know is the one that i'm supposed to go out of
Feeling, nothing more than feelings,
Feelings, nothing more than feelings.
Feelings of love.
You know that?