[00:34.91] Another obituary in the paper today, [00:39.09] One more for the list of those who've already fallen. [00:43.56] Another one of our comrades is taken down, [00:47.98] Like so many others of our calling. [00:52.27] We tweet our anecdotes, our commentary, [00:56.32] Or we sing his songs in some sad tribute, [01:00.42] While the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tell, [01:04.77] That he's no longer able to deny or refute [01:09.06] 50, 000 voices rising every time he'd sing, [01:17.04] And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him. [01:25.36] How well I remember the stadiums we played, [01:30.41] And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50, 000 souls we'd face. [01:35.56] A serious drug that you could never kick, [01:39.08] Or one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replace. [01:43.36] We flew like kites on the wings of amphetamine, [01:47.55] Secured only to a bass line and a snare drum beat. [01:52.13] But really what did any of it mean? [01:55.74] When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat. [02:00.20] 50, 000 voices rising every time he'd sing, [02:08.69] And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him. [02:16.94] Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays, [02:26.09] Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away. [02:51.73] Reflecting now on my own past, [02:56.08] Inside this prison I've made of myself. [03:00.41] I'm feeling a little better today, [03:04.16] Although the bathroom mirror is telling me something else. [03:08.95] These lines of stress, one bloodshot eye, [03:13.06] The unhealthy pallor of a troubled ghost. [03:17.62] Where did I put my spectacle case? [03:21.55] I'm half blind and as deaf as any post. [03:25.63] 50, 000 hands are raised to a man that's just like you and me. [03:34.12] We create the gods we can and gift them immortality. [03:42.54] Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays, [03:51.50] Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away. [04:06.00]