Guitars acreech, are you listeing? In the spotlight, Ziggy's glistenin' A beautiful sight, we're turned on tonight Rockin' at a David Bowie concert Gone away, is the Glam King Here to stay, is the Earthling A beautiful sight, we're turned on tonight Rockin' at a David Bowie concert At the stage door we can get in trouble Pretending that we're best friends with Iman The security guard will push us back Saying, "No way! Bowie doesn't like obsessed people like you." Here he comes, in his limo Wave to him, "OH WE LOVE YOU!" You're a beautiful sight, you're so sexy tonight Rockin' at a David Bowie concert Rockin' at a David Bowie concert Rockin'-at-a-David-Bow-ie-concert!
I opened doors that wouldn't close I heard voices that didn't say anything I saw children Running Psychodelic girls running Little mettle face boys crying Struggle with something that's screaming and dreaming Down in a place of red Paint me grey It may solve my problems Sing of Lady Fish And hand me my guitar There's more to this than what we are Nothing is real Insanity: take me away Insanity: heal me Help me not to see red any more The machines are coming And I need a place to hide Paint me grey It may solve my problems I will blend in with everything you fling at me Pitch a fit And shut the doors Some how The voices say things now And the pictures flash before me In all colors I am insane And I am painted grey.
"Little Wonder" that I'm "The Man Who Sold The World." There are a million "Criminal World(s)", but here I am "The Superman," living here. I keep "Telling Lies" about all the times I've been caught "Breaking Glass." It's such a shame, I had very "Wishful Beginnings." So I'll be a "Rebel (Rebel)" and shoot down "The Karma Man." I'll screw up the "Candidate" and whirl around with "The Chant Of The Ever Circling Skeletal Family." After all the "Absolute Beginners" are gone, I'll sink in the "Quicksand" and be remembered as "Ziggy stardust."
They called it the Prayer Machine It's answer was law Down upon their knees they would bend And it's name they would call, "Prayer Machine! Prayer Machine! You're law, our law. Show us the way!" Was their depressing chant Those with life's plastic treasures Would come before it with heads bowed Thinking it gave them their wealth Stupid fools They walked past the Glorified One to this world Of no right, no wrong, and no light No one knew the true way Emily was sucked in And Evan was an outcast Their world was destoried The pitifuly pieces fell through their hands And slipped through their fingers Life had become a nightmare And hatered sucked out everyone's thoughts Yet still they prayed to this Prayer Machine Wicked, foolish thing it was It played with their minds And erased thier memory Giving peole a place of slavery There was always a nighttime sky Before thier clouded eyes As they repeated their chant And recieved the law Of the Prayer Machine
I think I need to explain this poem. Obviously there is reference to the song Savior Machine, but when I had written this I had only heard of the song, i had never actually heard it. So gathering the extremely out-there imagination i had at the time, i put it with what i knew about Bowie and this poem came out! The name Evan came from the song Star.