Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Down on my knees in Suburbia



As I embark on yet another of my "cross-London safaris" [thank heavens the Tube strike was yesterday!], this time to a meeting in the far southerly borough of Merton, it is - inevitably, on this poignant first anniversary of his death - to David Bowie I turn for solace.

Here's a fitting song (from that marvellous 90s drama series of the same name) - it's Buddha Of Suburbia:


Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies

Screaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in Suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I'll never get old

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

Day after, day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after day, day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
Day after


Wish me luck...

6 comments:

  1. Indeed I am grateful for David Bowie.

    As you've said, "There was, and ever will be, only one David Bowie."

    Accept no substitutes.

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    1. "Same old thing in brand new drag
      Comes sweeping into view, oh-ooh"


      Never. Jx

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  2. It's so hard to believe it's been a year.

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