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Rating: If we lived in an ideal world, there certainly wouldn't be hunger, there would be no more wars, and (above all) a world day in honor of David Bowie would be celebrated, the greatest chameleon artist to ever grace the rock stages and scenes.
I hold such high regard for Bowie that I can't help but think of anyone else but him throughout the day. I even had a girlfriend once (met in the Bowie fan club and who believed she was the greatest Bowie fan) who soon got tired of someone who talks about Bowie even when in the bathroom or at the movies. Moreover, she was (and still is) a big Inter Milan fan and didn't appreciate that during the Champions League matches on TV, I would stress her so much with Bowie here and Bowie there. Is she worthy of being called a "Bowie fan"? Tell me, I want to know. After all, if we really want to be honest, it's more likely that Bowie (I love this name) would churn out another Berlin trilogy with Eno rather than Inter winning a Champions League. But that's how it is...
Sorry if I open another parenthesis now, but when I talk about Bowie, I get so emotional and would like to talk about him for hours and hours. I'd love to find some good friends who truly love Bowie as I do. For instance, I often watch the farewell concert of Ziggy Stardust and tears come to my eyes. It's my personal Pretty Woman. A classic evergreen that continues to move me with every viewing.
I admit that I might be a tad boring for some people. But I wonder: what else can you talk about during an evening with friends if not about Bowie? Or perhaps, to not be too monotonous, you could discuss Bowie's influence on characters like Iggy Pop or Lou Reed. I have broad views, but evidently, the so-called "friends" do not think the same way.
I am a dreamer: I dream of a nightclub where girls get picked up with some anecdote about the White Duke or Tony Visconti's production work. But today's world, materialistic, is not made for dreamers.
This, however, would be my ideal world. And yet I'm alone. No friends, no girlfriend. Only Bowie is left with me. Yet I am happy. And I'm proud of it.
I should also write something about "Station To Station," but it's logical that there's not much to write: it's a masterpiece, and even the deaf know it. I'll just write an anecdote about the album: it was born in California, where good Bowie was so out of it on drugs (read cocaine), and he still declares he remembers almost nothing about the sessions of the record.This is my first review. I hope I have been objective enough.
Long live Bowie and long live Ziggy! (I adore you, David)
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Station to Station (10:14)
The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkhuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains
Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonder who, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
TWO TIMES:
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here
I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The european cannon is here
02 Golden Years (04:00)
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Some of these days, and it won't be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop (10 times)
04 TVC 15 (05:33)
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Ohh
Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlorn
She saw my T V C one five, and then baby's gone, she
She crawled right in, oh my
She crawled right in my
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
Oh, so demonic, oh my T V C one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature
My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then
We'll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature
My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then
We'll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
05 Stay (06:15)
This week dragged past me so slowly
The days fell on their knees
Maybe I'll take something to help me
Hope someone takes after me
I guess there's always some change in the weather
This time I know we could get it together
If I did casually mention tonight
That would be crazy tonight
Stay - that's what I meant to say or do something
But I never say is stay this time
I really meant to so bad this time
'cause you can never really tell when somebody
Wants something you want too
Heartwrecker, heartwrecker, make me delight
Right is so vague when it brings someone new
This time tomorrow I'll know what to do
I know it's happened to you
Stay - that's what I meant to say or do something
But what I never say is stay this time
I really meant to so bad this time
'cause you can never really tell when somebody
Wants something or wants to stay
That's what I meant to say or do something
But what I never say is stay this time
I really meant to so bad this time
'cause you can never really tell when somebody
Wants something you want too
06 Wild Is the Wind (06:00)
Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
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