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torsdag den 26. juli 2018

Tidens hastighed

Nej, Ziggy,
tiden tager ikke en cigaret,
det er der ikke tid til,
og hvor skulle den også gøre det henne?
og for øvrigt er ikke bare du,
men også Bowie død

Det er Lou, der også er død, der har ret:

This is the time
This is the time
This is the time
Because there is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
There is no time
 
- men slutningen på "Rock'n Roll Suicide"
gælder selvfølgelig, mere end nogensinde:

You're not alone!
Just turn on with me and you're not alone
Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful)
Let's turn on and be not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands
 
(og Marc Almonds koncerterindring (i Uncut):
"There are so many Bowie songs of the late ’60s and early ’70s that represent so much to me, but I have to single out “Rock’N’Roll Suicide”. As a skinny, spotty 14-year-old, bloody from being bottled by thugs on the way to Liverpool Empire in 1972, I climbed over the orchestra pit at the front of the stage. And as Bowie sang “Give me your hand!”, he reached down and took my hand. I was a mess of blood, glitter and cheap, badly applied make-up, but in a state of near religious ecstasy. ")

Iggy lever, 
i Florida,
og han vil hele tiden bare ikke vente længere:
 
Time won't let me
Time won't let me
Time won't let me wait too long      

mandag den 9. januar 2012

Tiden går også for David

Happy 65 til David Bowie, hvor han end, men forhåbentlig lykkeligt, gemmer sig henne.

Jeg ville ikke have citeret det hyldestdigt, som min redaktør på Borgens Forlag Asger Liebst med stor og nådig væmmelse redigerede ud af min debutbog Readymade!, 1987 (der havde motto fra "Absolute Beginners. "I'm an absolute beginner/ And I'm absolutely sane"), og som jeg heldigvis ikke ved, hvor befinder sig i arkivbunkerne, nej, jeg ville have citeret den artikel om "Let's Dance", som Poul Borum skrev til vistnok Gyldendals Bogklubs bogklubblad (?) og som jeg satsede på, at jeg havde gemt i min vinyl-udgave af pladen, som burde befinde sig inde på min søns værelse, men det gjorde den så ikke, fordømt også.

Her er i stedet teksten til sangen "Time" fra Aladdin Sane, 1972, og en video fra en live opførelse med meget langt nakkehår og i virkelig kikset (Ikaros?)sølvdragt fra Glass Spider-turneen 1987, som også nåede forbi Malmö, hvor jeg drog over og så ham, og selvom Iggy Pop, der uvarslet opvarmede i Blah Blah Blah-læderjakke og tilbageslikket, sort hår, var et langt mere cool skue, kunne han jo godt finde ud af at synge, David, og være til stede, tillykke til ham, den gamle digterdreng:

Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys

Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy

Time - In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain,
and many other last names
I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think
"Oh God I'm still alive"

We should be on by now
We should be on by now

You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time

Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time

Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams,
I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed.
Your park was real dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now,
smiling through this darkness
But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming

We should be on by now
We should be on by now

Yeah, time!