Terrance Hayes - The Blue Bowie lyrics

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Terrance Hayes - The Blue Bowie lyrics

This guy wept and told us he wanted to touch the earth with the fury of a falling star. This guy wore snow- storm glitter and bangles of lightening and tears back when our slogan was: Never Pull A Slow Gun lest your children's link with you be broken and they janitor a blank banner of surrender into and out of all the iridescent cities of War. All modern thought is permeated by the idea of thinking the unthinkable. Ziggy Stardust, Ziggy Stardust, A moonage daydream, Baby, put your ray gun to my head. Black as a black hole, why does your big electric pupil keep looking at me? I could write my name in the makeup on your face. Sweet blue boy with a black wind whistling through the spaces between your teeth, O, whoa, whoa, whoa, you're a rock 'n roll suicide. The song has gone on forever. And you say, as it is said Samuel Beckett said at the end of his life: What a hell of a morning it's been. . .