thegasworks uploaded a great movie on YouTube: David Bowie’s tune All The Madmen illustrated by various paintings and photos, all of them of great taste, beauty and sorrow.
Unfortunately, embedding is disabled for this video, therefore I cannot offer you this frantic cry here.
Therefore, go West, young man, follow the YouTube link here and watch it. Listen to it. Don't forget to fetch some razors to, to gentle play them across thy veins. And, of course, don't forget to sing while shredding.
You won’t be sorry. You’ll just be sad.
Fer those of you impatient to get Bowie hot, here's the lyrics. But without the angst of the song, without Bowie's harsh voice, it's like sex with a stove.
All The Madmen
David BOWIE
Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground
Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where its pointless to be high
cause its such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
Im not quite right at all...am I?
Dont set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my e.s.t. makes three
'cause I,d rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content the'yre all as sane
As me
(where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim)
Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that its real
Then ask me how I feel
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all
Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
My libidos split on me
Gimme some good ole lobotomy
'cause Id rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free
And Id rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me
Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
Zane, zane, zane (ah ah ah)
Ouvre le chien
luni, 4 februarie 2008
All The Madmen
Scris de Turambar at 01:22
Etichete: Art, David Bowie, English, Music
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