Stars

Sonia Wieder-Atherton au violoncelle, accompagnée au piano par Bruno Fontaine pour cette incomparable version de Stars

Extrait de l'album Little Girl Blue

Auteur compositeur Janis Ian (dans la version d'origine sublimée par Nina Simone)
 

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Paris XIème, février 2014 - N°232 Stella

Collage sur papier dessin 24 X 16 cm

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Stars, Nina Simone

Auteur compositeur Janis Ian

Stars, they come and go, they come fast, they come slow
They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
And all you see is glory
But it gets lonely there when there's no one there to share
You can shake it away, if you'll hear a story

People lust for fame like athletes in a game
They break their collarbones and come up swinging
Some of them are downed
Some of them are crowned, some are lost and never found
But most have seen it all
They live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
And they always have a story

Some make it when they're young
Before the world has done its dirty job
Later on, someone will say
"You've had your day, now you must make way"
But they'll never know the pain of living with a name you never owned
Or the years of forgetting what you know too well
That you gave the crown have been let down
You try to make amends without defending
Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes of young men of 25
Who followed as you walked and ask for autographs
And kiss you on the cheek and you never really could believe they really loved you
Some make it when they're old
Perhaps they have a soul they're not afraid to bare
Or perhaps there's nothing there
But anyway, that isn't what I meant to say
I meant to tell a story that I live from day to day

Stars, they come and go, they come fast, they come slow
They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
And you always... all you see is glory
But if you don't mind being patient with my fumbling around
I'll come up singing for you, even though I'm down