| Song | New Rising Star |
| Artist | Wishbone Ash |
| Album | Just Testing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Turner | |
| the ugly mess you thought you were is fading fast | |
| Now something's spoken through its virtues | |
| The night of black is rolling back at long last | |
| The wheel of fate turns to your fortune | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy | |
| Skin deep-so cheap, this thing called beauty | |
| Beholder, railroader, cold shoulder | |
| Identity is more than you find in the mirror | |
| I watched you grow your own in the dust of the bones | |
| From your older days | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy | |
| You were a stranger in your homeland | |
| Reborn on a spage-age street, transformation complete | |
| The fags and bitches, rags and riches, | |
| Leave them to the rest | |
| Your soul has found its pride inside its own breast | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy |
| zuo ci : Turner | |
| the ugly mess you thought you were is fading fast | |
| Now something' s spoken through its virtues | |
| The night of black is rolling back at long last | |
| The wheel of fate turns to your fortune | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy | |
| Skin deepso cheap, this thing called beauty | |
| Beholder, railroader, cold shoulder | |
| Identity is more than you find in the mirror | |
| I watched you grow your own in the dust of the bones | |
| From your older days | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy | |
| You were a stranger in your homeland | |
| Reborn on a spageage street, transformation complete | |
| The fags and bitches, rags and riches, | |
| Leave them to the rest | |
| Your soul has found its pride inside its own breast | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy |
| zuò cí : Turner | |
| the ugly mess you thought you were is fading fast | |
| Now something' s spoken through its virtues | |
| The night of black is rolling back at long last | |
| The wheel of fate turns to your fortune | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy | |
| Skin deepso cheap, this thing called beauty | |
| Beholder, railroader, cold shoulder | |
| Identity is more than you find in the mirror | |
| I watched you grow your own in the dust of the bones | |
| From your older days | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy | |
| You were a stranger in your homeland | |
| Reborn on a spageage street, transformation complete | |
| The fags and bitches, rags and riches, | |
| Leave them to the rest | |
| Your soul has found its pride inside its own breast | |
| New rising star, sinister symphony | |
| New rising sun shines on in sympathy |