Wednesday, February 2, 2011

When Bowie Sings

When Bowie Sings

Behold the girl dancing lightly 'cross the broken glass
Clutching tightly to her bosom a key of golden brass
Does she dance to drive away the cancer deep inside her
Does she know we watch her dance and Death dances beside her

Her mind is like the sunset it changes every night
Her eye are full of long dead candles never showing light
She's imprisoned by the mirror crack and the horror that it brings
But oh what a rush she gets when she hears Bowie sing

When Bowie sings it changes things
His voice
It sets her free
Sometimes it seems when I want to scream
It does
The same for me

Behold the boy painting pictures crayons and Vaseline
Clutching tightly in his fingers a tale of Dragon dreams
Does he paint a portrait of the Demon come to blind him
Does he know we watch him paint and Death watches behind him

His mind is like a blackboard that's never been erased
His eyes are full of tortured screams that never left his face
He's imprisoned by the Scorpion and the horror of its sting
But oh what a rush he gets when he hears Bowie sing

When Bowie sings it changes things
His voice
It sets him free
Sometimes it seems when I want to scream
It does
The same for me

Behold the children running 'round 'neath the darkened sky
Clutching tightly to a daydream they were born to fly
Do they run to the future and its hint of certain doom
Do they know we watch them run and Death will arrive too soon

Their minds are like the sunrise that hasn't happened yet
Their eyes are full of perfect odds but they're too young to bet
They're imprisoned by Human Instinct and the horror that it brings
But oh what a rush they get when they hear Bowie sing

When Bowie sings it changes things
His voice
It sets them free
Sometimes it seems when I want to scream
It does
The same for me

- G Laidlaw

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