Denis, Denis

"Matinee Idol"
This is the day,
the day of the death -
the death of the matinee idol!
Still so beautiful as the angels,
as the angels came down from on high!
So sweet and so soft -
So charmingly daft
So young was the matinee idol!
Lips of crimson, slightly open
As the flash and all fame put to rest.
Walk, walk along that wall -
No it is not from the academy!
Walk, walk along that wall
From this moment on
you'll cease to be the undying love of the public eye!
And so goes one more, away from the maze
Away for to sit at the table, above babel
Far from this world
While standing on the boulevard!
Walk, walk along that wall -
No it is not from the academy!
Walk, walk along that wall -
From this moment on
you'll cease to be
But still whomever has looked at, looked at beauty is marked out - is marked out already by death!
Still so beautiful as the angels,
as the angels came down from on high
- Rufus Wainwright