Who are you looking at when you face that mirror? Who is it that stare's right back? Brush your teeth and rinse your hands You've learned over time that guilt is harder to get off than dirt But you're not alone You're just like everyone else Everyone feels a little pain Everyone feels a little love Everyone has cried like the rain Everyone wants to be above You're a little scared A world where no one cares A world where grey is the color of everyone's heart I like green Green Eyes Green Light Green healing light Listen, you've got to find it Most never do, but you've got to It is important Like reflections of water on tiled walls Like a young child lost in a land of mirrors Like the chains that are too long Waiting to be broken, right or wrong Have you figured out who it is yet? That person in your mirror? Just give me your sweet little hands Come cuddle with me under the stars You're nothhing, but we are all We are those that rise above We are those that touch dreams We are those that truly learn So rise above, stand up, touch a dream, be something Have you figured out who you are yet? You're the sun set superstar But so am i, and so is she and so is he So we'll all hold hands and learn how to be We'll all hold hands and learn how to be We'll all hold hands and learn how to be Complete.
A hand came down from the heavens It took anyone willing to venture Then he came down The Star Man with the sparkle in his eye He sang for us about the better life The only way to unite Then they took him away Needles and interrogations His vision blurred He became what they wanted him to be A cultured celebrity Not a beautiful Star shining upon us He came again, but no one cared No one knew him anymore No one loved his passions So he found his ship Returned to space Where he waits until the day he will be needed again
Author says "This is about Bowie in general. It is about his sort of downfall in the 80s. It was probably his most successful, but in his own words, the most miserable. He was trapped in a box and it took Tin Machine to get him out, but not too many people other than Bowiefans liked Tin Machine."
Open the Dog To see what grows inside Filthy little vermin Anger fills the heart The Pulse of a thousand years Ebbs and flows The summer snows Lying on the banks Never to awake Give me your hand We shall jump into the forgotten place My guardian angel My spirit guide Save me from myself Save me from the world Torture within love My golden dove
Author says " This poem is an ode to the spirit of Ziggy Stardust. I want to keep up with David and always be into what he does now. I didn't want his past dragging me down and simply disallowing me to inherit the future, so i wrote this to kill of Ziggy in my own way. I still listen to the record and love it, but i'm not lost in it anymore. "
I want to be on the inside I was always out here Let me in An invisible wall separates us from you Laugh at us Call us names I still care about you That is the difference between you and me Enjoy your pleasures Watch me cringe See through skin Look at the inside We are the same We are different Do you know what I mean? I am speaking to you i guess you don't pay attention to the Outsider I don't want to come in I am fine in the rain Cold and unhealthy I love it Me and my friends can play You can go back to the Inside I am fine I have my pride On the Outside
Author says " This was about the general lack of acceptance in my area of Bowie and his chef d'oeuvre OUTSIDE. It is my favorite record to date and it is also about David being alienated, and a little bit of the autobiography is included in it too. "
Above the night sky Planet Earth looks so different from up there The stars dance around him The planets are his friends He cries for us down here Quietly dying Making animal sounds
Author says " This isn't just about that beloved character in "Space Oddity" and "Ashes to Ashes," but it is also once again alienation. My own, and the same one felt by many of you, and even David Bowie himself. "
A cigarette burns the marble hand There is no pain for the mystical one Walking blindly through time and meaning Sailing through the seas of thought and the mind An opaque cocoon hides the opaque son Feeding off of our eyes, ears, and tongues Feeble hands grasp to touch to hold to feel Rip him to shreds Bring home a trophy, bring home your youth It is floating away like a yellow piece of paper The wind is your enemy, erosion and decay Your face withers, but his stays the same So you try to capture what he has You want the marble opaque son's glow Crushed like an egg, the fragile prince is dead.
Author says " From listening and studying David Bowie for the past few years my encounters with many of his fans has led me to write this poem. It is widely known that David is probably the handsomest man on the planet, and possibly the universe. Many handsome men or beautiful women lose their beauty as they age, but somehow David looks just as handsome (if not better looking ) than he did 30 years ago. As he approaches his 50th birthday, Mr. Bowie's fan base continues to grow, and with them the jealousies and envious people. This poem depicts David years down the road, still beautiful, killed by these jealous and insane fans. It probably would never happen, but this was just another one of my dreams. "
Sucking Down toe nails Clawing at the bryl cream afro sheen Tiny eyes floating around connected to strings Quickly before I change my mind The age of man and the angel man Savage jungle beating in my bones No need for new gods in the discotheque Night shades the moon shine minotaur Where are my arms? Where are my toenails? "The question is solved by a riddle" said the Queen of New Orleans A frock coat and a pitch fork Glowing teeth hidden behind hungry mouths Like a moth she likes her clothes "What an honor to be sacrificed by someone as magnificent as you" he said. She laughed as she cleaned her glowing teeth with what appeared to be bloody toenails.
Author says " This lovely little ditty was inspired and written while listening to OUTSIDE once again. It is basically about ritual murder and sacrifice, but instituting Bowie and his character Ramona A. Stone into a lyrical context. It's rather cute, if I may say so. "
The poet, the chansons Churning like a machine Trying to save us all with his thoughts Tries to fly away Falls to the ground Breaks into scattered peices Flashes of light Whight light runs through the tunnel And there he stands That eye, that piercing eye The rotting expression Still so cool and calm Like an ocean of white foam Slice it off Cool liquid in the form of a lightning bolt The fountain runs down the angel's face The fissure splits the mask apart Energy and heat shoot out in rays from the broken face The mask falls to the ground in flames And there he stands Like an perfect statue, straight and tall Quiet, but every single word makes sense His soft voice rolls off of his tongue Floating through the sky into your head It festers, it becomes a parasite inside of you He parts his lips for the second time The tongue crawls out of the throat it grows and morphs Red light bounces off of the walls And there he stands once again.
Author says " This poem is about David Bowie's many different changes throughout the years. He has always been chategorized by his many different costumes and characters on stage and off. If you set up his time periods with his different changes, then his changes don't look so vast. They just seem like logical steps made in the advancement of bettering himself. "