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In this case, the word to echo with surgical precision is: Resentment.
This is an album that speaks of a melodramatic and seductive turning point; the turn of the white duke who becomes electro-demonic, along with the faithful producer Brian Eno, who now drinks cheerfully in the valleys near Asti.
Bowie transmutes all his knowledge of song form and, as through a musical metempsychosis, resurrects it, making it an electric and thinking soul. But who then expected such a great revenge against the Show-Business? The king of glam rockers who becomes a shadow of himself and, as already destroyed by the voracity of drugs, refills the measure of his own petty and satisfied mannequin.
This is the album of great tracks, of course "Heroes" is present here, but we are interested in the divine (manifest)ation of the white duke who transcends the valleys and the sound villages so as not to leave emptiness under him but only periodic sequoias broken by the squeal of a drum machine, or some barren beat.
Here, David Bowie has not been stunned by such a capacity to Amaze (!). But he becomes synonymous with himself. How many times have you found yourself being called to order with a "But don't be David Bowie"?
To (trans)gress, here is the passphrase of the duke; here is the mad vehicle we will have to get used to from here to eternity.
It breaks the heart to see him today aged and fortuitous, when before, as a new bard, he shone on stages worldwide without fear and without reproach.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
02 Breaking Glass (01:52)
Baby, I've been, breaking glass in your room again
Listen
Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it
See
You're such a wonderful person
But you got problems oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll never touch you
04 Sound and Vision (03:03)
Don't you wonder sometimes
About sound and vision
Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the color of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn on day
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
I will sit right down
Waiting for the gift
Of sound and vision
And I will sing
Waiting for the gift
Of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude
Over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes
About sound and vision
05 Always Crashing in the Same Car (03:33)
Every chance, every chance that I take
I take it on the road
Those kilometers and the red lights
Never looking left or right
Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car
Jasmine, I saw you creeping
As I pushed my foot down to the floor
Round and round the hotel garage
Must have been touching close to 94
Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
06 Be My Wife (02:56)
Sometimes you get so lonely
Sometimes you get nowhere
I've lived all over the world
I've lived every place
Please be mine
Share my life
Stay with me
Be my wife
Sometimes you get so lonely
Sometimes you get nowhere
I've lived all over the world
I've left every place
Please be mine
Share my life
Stay with me
Be my wife
Sometimes you get so lonely
08 Warszawa (06:23)
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
Sula vie dilejo
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
Sula vie milejo
Mmm-omm
Cheli venco deho
Cheli venco deho
Malio
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
Helibo seyoman
Cheli venco raero
Malio
Malio
11 Subterraneans (05:41)
Share bride failing star
Care-line
Care-line
Care-line
Care-line driving me
Shirley, Shirley, Shirley own
Share bride failing star
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