Monday, 11 January 2016

David, my life saver dies...

Well the post about why I hate the christmas season and a lifetime of unsuitable presents increasing my dysphoria seems to have vanished! Just signing in her seems to have been made difficult by google who keep flipping me back to my everyday account... I have given up so many times when a post idea passed through my head, today I have persisted.

This is a sad day for many of us. Last year saw the passing of so many who had enriched our lives but this years list has started badly.

When I was living as a miss-assigned boy the presence of the Beatles on the pop scene allowed me to let my hair grow without too much fuss from parents, school was tougher... When David Bowie arrived with his Hunky Dory album I was saved! At last, here was proof that I might not be trapped in that stagnant societal role of dull male conformity. here was colour and the freedom to flounce even if the world could only see you as a strange boy. Those were the days of lyrics printed on the LP covers or as in this case on an LP sized sheet inside the sleeve. They would be poured over to decipher if they could be applied to your own situation and wow did they allow a shiver of self identity. Those words set me free and trapped me. I refused to conform so was always an outsider, once free i could not hide away.


I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned my self to face me
But I'v never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much to fast to take that test


I watch the rip lets change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
so the days flow through my eyes
But the days still seem the same
And these children that you spit on
a they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consolations
They're quite aware of what they are going through

Don't tell them to grow up and grow out of it
where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change them
But you can't trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Pretty soon you are going to get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

The words stay the same as time passes and interpretations shift but they still churn my insides...

My copy of The Man Who Sold The World is not my original with that iconic portrait of Bowie reclining in a gorgeous dress, a heart breaking picture if ever there was one. The track which always got me was "After All"

Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh
by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh
by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts
from the skies
From paradise.
They think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all.
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down,
Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on
their own
Quite alone.
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all , after all.
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's
children at all, after all.
Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by
After all, after all.
Going to show my age now, looks like a day of spinning those LPs and shedding a tear for the one who helped free so many of us who felt themselves to be outsiders... 


  1. This puts my own rather rambling and self-centric post to shame, Ruby. I enjoyed it. And it's a good tribute to David Bowie and what he meant to you. He stood out against conformity and stereotyping, and must have opened the eyes of many millions.


  2. Hello Lucy, I liked your post too. Thanks for such entertaining posts and for commenting here. That let me see what a rubbish job I had done, no title and no lables. Never going to be in your league at this rate.