Who doesn’t like David Bowie? I mean, how could you not? There are all of Bowie’s characters to choose from – Ziggy, Aladdin Sane, the Thin White Duke, etc. – not to mention Bowie himself, a creative, courageous, and unique
human being Starman.
As I sit here watching Labyrinth, dried tears on my face, I feel incredibly sad. I may sound like an overly-dramatic teenager, crying about someone leaving/joining/tearing apart One Direction, but I don’t care. I feel like I’ve lost a friend? kind of? but different, but I don’t know how to explain it. Although he created most of his pieces about other words and space creatures, I feel connected to a lot of his lyrics and characters.
Plus, dude could pull off a jumpsuit. ~swoon~
…the girl with the mousy hair
The second half of the second line of Life on Mars.
The first time I heard it I thought, “That’s me. I’m the girl with the mousy hair.” and I loved it. Why? I don’t know. Nobody wants to be described as having mousy hair. Yet something in the way Bowie sings it or maybe the background music or maybe the way it fits into the whole song makes me absolutely love that lyric. That’s about the best I can explain it.
All I have is my love of love
Part of the chorus of Soul Love.
Again, not sure why I love this lyric so much, but it will randomly pop into my head at the strangest times and stay there for days on end. But hey, I’m not complaining.
Gotta make way for the Homo Superior
Oh! You Pretty Things
The way Bowie sings/screams that line, plus the way he pronounces “soo-peer-ee-yore.” Ugh. My heart.
The Prettiest Star – the whole damn song.
From “I’m an alligator” to “press your space face close to mine, love” to “I’ll be a rock ‘n’ rollin’ bitch for you,” this song gets me, in that it doesn’t make sense unless you really listen to the lyrics. And then it still doesn’t make that much sense.
Hot tramp, I love you so
Probably the first Bowie song I fell in love with. I wanted to be that rebel, tearing my dress and having a mess of a face. Actually, I think this explains a lot about my day-to-day style… (disheveled).
It’s impossible to not get into this song. The backup singers are anything but, and David’s “took him minutes, took her nowhere” is another lyric that gets stuck in my noggin from time to time.
I have to stop now otherwise I’ll end up posting every song by and photo of Bowie, and I can’t stop crying.
See you later, Starman. Thank you for the inspiration and killer tunes.