I'm Waiting for the Man

Steel on the skyline 
Sky made of glass 
Made for a real world 
All things must pass

Waiting for something 
Looking for someone 
Is there no reason? 
Have I stared too long?

You say you'll leave me
And when the sun is low
And the rays high 
I can see it now 
I can feel it die 

David Bowie [*]

Oh, these are the days, these are the strangest of all...

lazarus

here shall we live in this terrible town
where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
and the walls shall have eyes 
and the doors shall have ears
but we'll dance in the dark 
and they'll play with our lives

like a slow burn leading us on and on and on
like a slow burn turning us round and round and round
but who are we? So small in times such as these
slow burn, slow burn


David Bowie (*)