Bowies DJ-doktrin: Du er hvad du spiller

Denne her går ud til Søren K. Villemoes - humble pie or bitter fruit?:

I'm home, lost my job,
and incurably ill
You think this is easy realism
I've got a girl out there, I suppose
I think she's dancing
Feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she's dancing, what do I know?

I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around

I am a D.J., I am what I play
I got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me

One more weekend of lights
and evening faces
Fast food, living nostalgia
Humble pie or bitter fruit

I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around no
I am a D.J., I am what I say
Can't turn around no, can't turn around,
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I've got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me

I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can turn around no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can turn around no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can turn around no (kiss-kiss)

Time flies when you're having fun
Break his heart, break her heart
He used to be my boss and now he is a puppet dancer
I am a D.J., and I've got believers

I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers in me
I've got believers
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I am a D.J.

Ordspilskryster

Min oprindelige underrubrik til anmeldelse af Maria Gerhardts Der bor Hollywoodstjerner på vejen i WA bøger i dag:

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Maria Gerhardt har skrevet en cool tåreperser om en hårdkogt festabe, hende selv, der overlever brystkræft og finder sammen med sit livs kærlighed

(tåreperser blev trompet og erstattet med fortælling, fordi jeg havde glemt at finde på en trompet (der fx kunne have været: Blomstervender!?))

- og så er jeg altid bange for, at folk ikke forstår mine åh så subtile intertekst-ordspil, og du havde fx ikke gennemskuet at min overskrift - En DJ's redningsrkrans - skulle forestille at være en omvending af dette nummer: