RIP, musician.

And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the Goodmen Tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our Wings that Bark
Flashing teeth of Brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, And we were Gone
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was Stone and he was Wax
So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight
Back o’ the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today

And it was Stalking time for the Moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But He can’t sing about that
Oh, And we were Gone
Real Cool Traders
We were so Turned On
You thought we were Fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The Factor Max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, He could be not
He could be You
He’s Chameleon, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
“Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky”
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the Bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the Blessed and Cold
In the Crutch-hungry Dark
Was where we flayed our Mark
Oh, and we were Gone
Kings of Oblivion
We were so Turned On
In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

Lay me place and bake me Pie
I’m starving for me Gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away

Just for the Day, Hey!
Please come Away, Hey!

The song “Rock ‘n Roll Suicide” had a great impact on me, although it failed to prevent at least one attempt of my own. To this day I can still hear the voices of people I knew laughing, literally laughing, at that song…

Ziggy Stardust was extraordinary, groundbreaking stuff. I said so at the time, and most people I knew thought I was a fool.

So it is very sweet to be vindicated in this manner. I’m thrilled to see that Bowie’s music still touches a younger generation and still makes a difference. Thank you for this post. You’ve brought a tear to an old man’s eye.

Oh no love! you’re not alone
You’re watching yourself but you’re too unfair
You got your head all tangled up
But if I could only make you care
Oh no love! you’re not alone
No matter what or who you’ve been
No matter when or where you’ve seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain
Youre not alone

mikey

Congratulations!

People I knew….acquaintances, coworkers…not friends. Not family. Not loved ones.

I helped survivors deal with the minutiae of the aftermath….filing the forms and the paperwork and the endless, endless blizzard of paper that trails around even the smallest event in these times.

I don’t like to think about it at all, and it only affected me in the most peripheral of ways. I wonder sometimes how those who bore the full brunt of it manage to bear up under it.

All of these things have passed away now, and the world has become a much more confusing place. I can only hope the confusion lessens – and soon.

well played, indeed.

Used to be a guy spent all day walking around with a shopping trolley*, singing this song on a constant loop. Speak to him though and he was massively intelligent and very widely read, happy too.

Haven’t heard that tune in so long I was straight back there, thanks ;-)

*radical in those days.