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Rating: Solitude saddens me. The mere thought of being alone terrifies me. Being residual, being distinguishable makes me gloomy. A cigarette. I place it in my mouth, I turn it between one finger and another and another still. Time calls, but you don't answer. You know you're too old to be a loser. You know you're too young to decide. You’re not alone, let’s turn on and be. It’s my Rock’n’Roll Suicide. So I want to win. Didn’t know what time it was, the lights were low, some cats was layin’ down some rock’n’roll lotta soul, I said. It strengthens the awareness of not being alone.
I look at the shelf where my friends lie. They're just waiting for a nod from me. They're all there. There's David, there's that freak John and his little friend Paul. There's Lou. They're all there. You can't be afraid of loneliness when you have so many friends, ready to give you their essence, ready to transform you. You just have to ask. I call David. He responds. He asks me to look at Mick Ronson, the way he makes the strings rasp. He orders me to listen to the rough skins flogged and dazed by Woodmansey. You realize that there’s no point in being afraid, you are the different one, you understand, you come from a distant world. You come from Mars, you brought the squires with you and you came back to scandalize. The very concept of "Obscene" needs reforming. I look up, out of the window, I search for a foothold so that I can still believe that God exists, I seek a hint of Truth while David's voice guides me. With a suggestive gesture, he indicates where the Supreme Being resides.
God exists, now I am sure, and in his spare time he listens to Bowie. Secretly though, otherwise he would be sullied with homosexuality. At this moment, with the tension generated by the notes of the Lady Stardust, my soul and God draw near, we're about to become, one in the other, the same wave, the same vibration. I exude emotions, David is in me while I am in God, it is catharsis. It is the Universal Orgasm. There's no more modesty in his words. There's no more restraint in his attitude. The Transformer doesn't fear for his impunity because He is listened to by God Himself. He wants to be what others are ashamed to think. He wants the taste of scandal on your face, he wants to relish it. He is the Starman, the Star Traveler. “…Keep your 'lectric eye on me, Baby. Put your ray gun to my head. There’s a Starman waiting in the sky.” Ziggy is here, he slams your shames in your face, he ridicules you for your well-meaning conformism. You are no longer afraid to be alone because you realize that your true fear should stimulate what you are now.
Ziggy reminds you that you are too dirty inside to allow yourself to criticize His attitude. His coming has erased the rest. There's no tomorrow if you can't be now. Thank you, David, now I understand. My rock’n’roll suicide has just begun. I place the Harmony in its regal case, not before having kissed the Emitter of Emotions, and I set off. Many people have yet to see their full right to listen to Bowie asserted, and I have the related duty to satisfy that legitimate right. Bowie is not a musician. He is a state of mind.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
03 Moonage Daydream (04:39)
I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa comin' for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm bustin' up my brains for the words
Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!
Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air
Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah! (repeat 3x)
Freak out, far out, in out
04 Starman (04:14)
Didn't know what time it was,
the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down
some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up
in fright
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
07 Star (02:47)
Tony went to fight in Belfast
Rudi stayed at home to starve
I could make it all worthwhile as a rock 'n' roll star
Bevan tried to change the nation
Sonny wants to turn the world, welll he can tell you that he tried
CHORUS (x2)
I could make a transformation as a rock 'n' roll star
So inviting - so enticing to play the part
I could play the wild mutation as a rock 'n' roll star
(second time: Get it all, yeah!)
I could do with the money
I'm so wiped out with things as they are
I'd send my photograph to my honey - and I'd c'mon like a regular superstar
I could fall asleep at night as a rock 'n' roll star
I could fall in love all right as a rock 'n' roll star
08 Hang On to Yourself (02:39)
She's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin on 'letric dreams
Chorus:
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, we don't talk much, just ball and play
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline
The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
Repeat Chorus
09 Ziggy Stardust (03:13)
Ziggy played guitar,
jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the spiders from Mars.
He played it left hand,
But made it too far,
Became the special man,
then we were Ziggy's band.
Ziggy really sang,
screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan,
he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
They came on so loaded man,
well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders
while the fly tried to break our bones
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and
should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time,
Jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass,
he was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far
But boy could he play guitar.
Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had to break up the band.
Ziggy played gui...tar
10 Suffragette City (03:24)
Hey man, oh leave me alone you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine outta place
Hey man, my schoolday's insane
Hey man, my work's down the drain
Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she...
(CHORUS)
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight...she's all right
Hey man, oh Henry, don't be unkind, go away
Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way
Hey man, droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes
CHORUS
Oh hit me!
CHORUS x2
A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City
Ooo, Suffragete city, ooo, Suffragette City
Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette-
Ohhh, Wham! Bam! Thank You, Ma'am!
A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
Quite all right
A Suffragette City
Too fine
A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City
Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City
Oh, Suffragette
Suffragette!
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