David Bowie is my absolute hero and I was devastated by his death. Lyle Bignon of Brum Notes has put together an article as a tribute to the man. It contains a contribution from me. - Jack
http://www.brumnotes.com/david-bowie-1947-2016-tributes-pour-in-for-a-true-original/
  
 
 
 
Does anybody know the way out of this shit-hole 
Because my eyes are turning grey from the concrete in my soul? 
Does anybody know the way out of this middle class hell 
Where they whittle down your soul into something that will sell? 

Callous and cold, the same routine 
Founded a religion based around blasphemy 

You walk down our streets and they tell you what to wear 
But don't listen to them 
Just listen to me 

Mary was a country girl 
She kept it to herself 
She wove it on the lining of her silken evening coat 

You walk down our streets and they tell you what to wear 
But don't listen to them 
Just listen to me 

Think of violence 
Think of evil 
You say it's 'cause there is too many people 
In this city, in this town 
It's no good to be around 
I think I'll make a swift escape 

You walk down our streets and they tell you what to wear 
But don't listen to them 
Just listen to me 

I don't look right 
We are not the same as you 
I don't feel right 
We are not the same as you 
So you say 

You walk down our streets and they tell you what to wear 
But don't listen to them 
Just listen to me 

Cities Burn 
The Cities Burn 
It looks pretty if you don't live in the city 
Cities Burn 
The Cities Burn 
It looks pretty if you don't live in the city 
All your violence and your downtown dirt is just a game to us 
All your laughter and your downtown mirth is just a call to us to get on the bus 
I've got a mortgage on my back 
I'm a walking heart attack 'round here 

Cities Burn 
The Cities Burn 
It looks pretty if you don't live in the city 
Cities Burn 
The Cities Burn 
It looks pretty if you don't live in the city 
All your violence and your downtown dirt is just a game to us 
All your laughter and your downtown mirth is just a call to us to get on the bus 
I've got a mortgage on my back 
I'm a walking heart attack 'round here
 
We are the liberal Youth, we are 
We are 
Concerned with issues of morality that we shouldn't be 

We are the protectors of virgin girls 
Imbued with teenage curls and their dubious charms of liberal disgrace 

We are the martyrs of our generation 
Excluded by our own youth culture and it's violent displays 
And everyone is going to hear about it 
'Cause we've all got to pay for our fifteen minute fame 

We are leaving because we have to 
Because we can't go on this way 
We are leaving because we have to 
Because we can't go on this way 

We are the kids who refuse to toil 
We are the cynics in the age of oil and where we shouldn't be 
We are the critics of excessive wealth 
With unwavering faith in the National Heath. 

We are leaving because we have to 
Because we can't go on this way 
We are leaving because we have to 
Because we can't go on this way 
We are leaving because we have to 
Because we can't go on this way 
We are leaving because we have to 
Because we can't go on this way
 
 
Saskatoon is a very long way 
They say that everything is flat 
But if I get there I can't afford to get back 
Saskatoon is a very long way 

Going to go to a local bar 
See if they let me play 
You know what I want to do 
And you know what I'm going to say 
Saskatoon is a very long way 

I was working when the markets ceased 
In a sweatshop making DVDs 
Maybe now's the time to take control of our own land 
How did things get so out of hand 

Got a little work needs finishing 
Got a little money slowly diminishing 
Bureaucracy, paperwork in my way 
But Saskatoon is a very long way 

Saskatoon is a very long way 
They say that everything is flat 
But if I get there I can't afford to get back 
Saskatoon is a very long way 

I was sleeping when the depression hit my house 
Rotted through my walls and my bank account 
Maybe now's the time to initiate a change 
How can things seem so far away?
 
 
Couples kissing on the bus to Brock 
Make me feel alone 
Have no fear, they are vanishing before my eyelids 

Kicking and crying on the bus to New York 
Make me wish I was anywhere else but here 

You got the motion 
I got the means 
Read the instructions 
But they're not overly clear 

I've got the feeling 
Find a new road and making it my home 
I've got the angst now 
I didn't want it at all 
Spare me 
Spare me 
Spare me 
Spare me 

Symptoms of freedom are hard to put my finger on 
Felt it Tuesday but passing sweet and momentary 
Bereft of action contained in this contraption 
Spirit and soul betrayed in the twist 

You got the motion 
I got the means 
Read the instructions 
But they're confusing 

I've got the feeling 
Find a new road and making it my home 
I've got the angst now 
I didn't want it at all 
Spare me 
Spare me 
Spare me 
Spare me 

Tried to tell you that love is free 
Away with my English friend 
Pity him, he's as sick as me. 
We're both strangers in this new country 

I never say what I mean to say 
It just isn't the English way 
If I was Canadian and I was in love 
I'd just tell you, I've had enough 

You got the motion 
I got the means 
Read the instructions 
But they're confusing 

I've got the feeling 
Find a new road and making it my home 
I've got the angst now 
I didn't want it at all 
Spare me 
Spare me 
Spare me 
Spare me
 
 
Trumpets announce the start of every meaningful conversation 
That I'm not privy to 
Won't be fooled again by going abroad 
Late night phone calls 
To foreign girls 
With exotic names 
I blame my education for that 

But this is the last time I will fall in love 
And trust my heart to find it 
But this is the last time I will fall in love 
And trust my heart to find it 

Feelings bereft 
So I'll celebrate all this empty time 
That I've wanted for so long 
And I'll give it to you 
Until someone else comes along with a similar voice, similar face to you 
All I can do is sing in this broken voice. 

But this is the last time I will fall in love 
And trust my heart to find it 
But this is the last time I will fall in love 
And trust my heart to find it 

Signals cannot reach me now 
Leaving in the morning 
And I'm gone.
 
When I'm in the chair 
You can't tell that anybody is in the chair 
And when I reach out my hand 
It's like something is crawling through the air 

With the black that traps 
And the apron tacked 
She tells me to lean back my hair 

Why should I care about the crap you watch on television? 
You live so easy I see that it is you that is enlightened, not me. 

My oh my you've grown so tall like me 
And though I did not intend to 
I didn't have much choice in the matter 
If only I'd grow a little fatter 

I go to an establishment of respectable men 
And the conservative topics they discuss 
Well, they grate on me like metal to cheese 

I'm scared of the words 
I'm scared of the things that I've heard 
On a riverside walk they just push me off the track 

I can't concentrate 
The things you adore I can't appreciate 
But I love it when you're talking to me 
About the things I'll never see 
No I don't own a TV 

Je prefere en francais 
Alors je ne suis pas attandre a comprendre 
Turn the radio up 
I will dance to the words that they're conjuring up 

I didn't get a word 
Of the french lady. french tour that we heard 
In between the scenes Ottawa unravelled itself to me. 

Constant confusion 
State of delusion 
All I can do is weep 
Tall black tears 
Tall black tears 
Tall black tears 
Tall black tears