M. Moorcock
They have killed the great sun jester
They have stripped him of his manhood
Who danced between the stars
Signs of Venus and of Mars
The cynics left him weeping
And the jackals left him torn
And the jester reaches out bind hands
He can touch the stars no more.
And as he scattered them he'd shout And he took the stars in his hands
"I'm the joker of the universe
I'm what it's all about."
Now he's dying in his grief
And the hard men dragged him down
They have killed the wildThey have killed the fireclown
Where he was both young and old And his fingers seek controls
Now his blind eyes seek the starlight
To take him into space again
And they've made him kneel too long
The dancers stiff with pain
And the madness they have driven out
They've left him cold and sane. He'll never
No he'll never ever laugh again.
He'll never dance between the stars He'll never laught Oh, no.
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