[94] 51. Janis Ian - Stars

[1994] 51. Janis Ian - Stars 

Janis Ian - Stars ('74, 5th) 

1. Stars [7:12] 

2. Man You Are in Me [2:59] 

3. Sweet Sympathy [2:42] 

4. Page Nine [3:07] 

5. Thankyous [2:40] 

6. Dance With Me [3:18] 

7. Without You [2:04] 

8. Jesse [4:07] 

9. You've Got Me on a String (3:20) 

10. Applause (4:02) 

Janis Ian - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, 12 String Guitar, Score, Fender Rhodes, Main Performer, Vocals, Arranger, Piano 

Joseph Malin, Gene Orloff, Marie Hence, Julius Schacter, Ariana Bronne, Frederick Buldrini, Peter Dimitriades, Harold Kohon - Violin 

Richard Maximoff, David Sackson, Archie Levin, Seymour Berman, Alfred Brown, Selwart Clarke - Viola 

Hugh McCracken - Electric Guitar 

Eric Weissberg - Acoustic Guitar, Guitar, 12 String Acoustic Guitar 

Ralph Casale, John Tropea - Acoustic Guitar 

Sal DiTroia - Acoustic Guitar, Harmony, Rhythm Guitar 

Charles McCracken, Gloria Lanzarone, Seymour Barab - Celli 

Lloyd Michaels, Alan Rubin, Burt Collins - Trumpet 

Mickey Gravine, Bill Watrous - Tenor Trombone 

Paul Faulise - Bass Trombone 

Joe Shepley - Trumpet, Soloist 

Don Payne, George Duvivier - Bass 

Romeo Penque - Saxophone 

Alan Raph - Baritone Horn 

Bob Abernathy, James Buffington, Earl Chapin, Joseph DeAngelis - French Horn 

Joseph J. Shepley - Horn 

George Ricci - Cello, Celli, Soloist 

Al Rogers, Allan Schwartzberg - Drums 

Wally Kane - Bassoon 

Artie Kaplan - Orchestra Manager 

Romeo Pengue - Clarinet, Oboe, Flute 

Leon Cohen - Clarinet 

Martin Fink - Whistle (Human) 

Bhen Lanzarone - Celeste 

Richard Anthony Davis - Bass, Pizzicato Bass, Arranger 

Larry Alexander - Drums, Tambourine, Remixing, Engineer 

Raymond Beckenstein - Sax (Soprano), Wind 

Don Butterfield - Tuba 

George Devens - Vibraphone 

Ron Frangipane - Piano, Conductor, Score, Arranger 

Jack Jennings - Percussion 

Barry Lazarowitz - Percussion, Drums, Arranger 

Phil Bodner - Alto Flute, Alto Sax 

Richard Davis - Bass, Arranger, Pizzicato Bass 

1. Stars 

I was never one for singing what I really feel 

Except tonight I'm bringing everything I know that's real 

Stars, they come and go, they come fast or 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 downed 

some of us are crowned, and some are lost and never found 

But most have seen it all, 

they live their lives in sad cafes and music halls 

They always come up singing 

Some make it when they're young, 

before the world has done its dirty job 

and 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 many years forgetting what you know too well 

That the ones who gave the crown have been let down 

You try to make amends without defending 

Perhaps pretending you never saw the eyes of grown men of twenty-five 

that follow as you walk and ask for autographs 

Or kiss you on the cheek and you never can 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) 

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 most have seen it all, 

they live their lives in sad cafes and music halls 

They always have a story 

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 

Some ladies really move across the stage and gee, they sure can dance 

I guess I could learn how, if I gave it half a chance 

But I always feel so funny when my body tries to soar 

And I seem to always worry about missing the next chord 

I guess there isn't anything to put up on display 

Except the tunes, and whatever else I say 

But anyway, that isn't really what I meant to say 

I meant to tell a story, I live from day to day 

Stars, they come and go, they're coming fast they come slow 

They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze 

And all you see is glory 

But most have seen it all, 

who live their lives in sad cafes and music halls 

And we always have a story 

So if you don't lose patience with my fumbling around 

I'll come up singing for you, even when I'm down