MAX: Once, you won't remember
If you said Hollywood
Hers was the face you'd think of
Her face on every billboard
In just a single week
She'd get ten thousand letters
Men would offer
Fortunes for a bloom from her corsage
Or a few strands of her hair
Today, she's half-forgotten
But it's the pictures that got small
She is the greatest star of all
Then, you can't imagine
How fans would sacrifice themselves to touch her shadow
There was a maharajah
Who hanged himself with one of her discarded stockings
She's immortal
Caught inside that flickering light beam
Is a youth which cannot fade
Madame's a living legend
I've seen so many idols fall
She is the greatest star of all
JOE, voiceover:
When he'd gone, I stood looking out the window for a while.
There was the ghost of a tennis court with faded markings and a sagging net.
There was an empty pool where Clara Bow and Fatty Arbuckle must have swum 10,000 midnights ago.
And then there was something else: the chimp's last rites, as if she were laying a child to rest.
Was her life really as empty as that?
[00:02.08]MAX: Once, you won't remember
[00:09.86]If you said Hollywood
[00:13.09]Hers was the face you'd think of
[00:18.59]Her face on every billboard
[00:27.96]In just a single week
[00:32.22]She'd get ten thousand letters
[00:36.87]Men would offer
[00:39.81]Fortunes for a bloom from her corsage
[00:45.35]Or a few strands of her hair
[00:54.03]Today, she's half-forgotten
[01:00.99]But it's the pictures that got small
[01:05.17]She is the greatest star of all
[01:12.16]Then, you can't imagine
[01:17.07]How fans would sacrifice themselves to touch her shadow
[01:23.61]There was a maharajah
[01:29.26]Who hanged himself with one of her discarded stockings
[01:36.62]She's immortal
[01:40.55]Caught inside that flickering light beam
[01:46.26]Is a youth which cannot fade
[01:55.68]Madame's a living legend
[02:05.72]I've seen so many idols fall
[02:13.43]She is the greatest star of all
[02:41.84]JOE, voiceover:
[02:46.38]When he'd gone, I stood looking out the window for a while.
[02:52.37]There was the ghost of a tennis court with faded markings and a sagging net.
[03:00.43]There was an empty pool where Clara Bow and Fatty Arbuckle must have swum 10,000 midnights ago.
[03:11.89]And then there was something else: the chimp's last rites, as if she were laying a child to rest.
[03:29.34]Was her life really as empty as that?