I guess this past Sunday, David Bowie died – of cancer. There are not very many musicians that have had a more profound influence on me – not that that means much, but Bowie has prominently occupied a top spot in my life’s soundtrack for more than 3 decades now. There are very few others about whom that is true. His music has aged well, at least in my estimation.
I thought his song “Ziggy Stardust” would have made a great obituary, but I already included that song in this blog, so I thought I’d find something different.
What I’m listening to right now.
David Bowie, “Oh! You Pretty Things.” The song’s message seems vaguely fascistic, or at the least, transhumanist in philosophical stance (both tendencies being things Bowie openly professed at various points in his long career), but I rather like it anyway.
Lyrics.
Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes,
shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I’ve made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window and what do I see
A crack in the sky
and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they’re
here to stay
What are we coming to
No room for me,
no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found
by the Golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we came here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though
they’re here to stay
[CHORUS:]
Oh You Pretty Things
Don’t you know you’re driving your
Mamas and Papas insane
Oh You Pretty Things
Don’t you know you’re driving your
Mamas and Papas insane
Let me make it plain
([second time:] Let me say it again)
You gotta make way
for the Homo Superior
Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don’t kid yourself they belong to you
They’re the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
We’ve finished our news
Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they’re here to stay
[CHORUS]
[daily log: walking, 6km]