Due to having posted a more triumphantly heroic version of it on ninakat's (thankfully) not-quite-going-away thread, I'm listening to one of the most completely defeated and ostensibly ironic love songs in all pop music!
Oh, man. What a sad, sad song that is. Especially after 3:14 or so. It's pretty unambiguously an act of heroism for that guy even to have any feelings, I'd say.*** ______________
***Meaning "the guy from whose POV it's being sung," not the sphinx-like Mr. Bowie himself. It probably really is ironically titled as far as he's concerned. That's just not the point. If it were, he wouldn't admit to it.
“If someone comes out of a liquor store with a weapon and 50 dollars in cash I don’t care if a Drone kills him or a policeman kills him.” -- Rand Paul
I love that whole record***, but have an extra soft spot for this:
Such a blatant "I'm Waiting for the Man"/"White Light, White Heat" rip-off. And yet so delightful.
To be honest, though, I'm enough of a cliche for this REALLY to be my favorite early-ish era Bowie song:
And I don't even care how embarrassingly many millions of once and present-day angst-y kids who also knew he was talking to them the second they heard that song must be walking around out there by now. We're all right. And also not alone. I sincerely hope he lives forever. _________________