Frank Sinatra

We know of an ancient radiation
 That haunts dismembered constellations
 A faintly glimmering radio station
 While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
 The flies and spiders get along together
 Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
 
 Beyond the suns that guard this roost
 Beyond your flowers of flaming truth
 Beyond your latest ad campaigns
 An old man sits, collecting stamps
 In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
 He saves what others throw away
 He says that he'll be rich someday
 We know of an ancient radiation
 That haunts dismembered constellations
 A faintly glimmering radio station
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 We know of an ancient radiation
 That haunts dismembered constellations
 A faintly glimmering radio station
 While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
 The flies and spiders get along together
 Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record