starmandb wrote:Pat Rice in Short Shorts wrote:Welcome! BYB...bring your own bullets!
The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal...
Oh mate
All these years I thought he was singing killer pills rather than kill appeal. Never been a great one for lyrics. When Bowie died I was really annoyed with the radio saying about how he turned to face the strange. I always thought it was strain
Killer pills sound quite tasty about now! His lyrics are almost cryptic at times. Take Aladdin Sane the song. I had a vague idea that it was about war all these years then I saw him do it for the Bridge School series in NYC and he explained it was about returning from WWI and it all clicked. One that still has me a bit confused but I think I have general gist is Cygnet Commitee. Sure it is about the death of Flower Power and shit, but how he frames it by wandering all over the landscape is an insight to his mindset back then I guess. And yet it was written about the same time he was doing his free concert hippy dippy stuff in Bromley. For me his command of English and obscure references combined with brillaint melodies and riffs is what made him. If you wanted to know what the trends in music were going to be two years on, all we had to do was check out what he was up to at least till the late 80's when music as whole sucumbed to drum machines and boy bands.
Wrong thread sorry...but I often muse what he would make of the world today. I disagreed with his stated politics when he let slip, yet a glimpse into his takes was always and still is quite interesting compared to some hormonal rocker like Jagger who has little to say about anything that matters.