English musician and actor (1947–2016)
David Robert Jones (8 January 1947 - 10 January 2016), known under his stage name David Bowie, was an English singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, record producer, arranger, painter, and actor. Bowie was a figure in popular music for over four decades, and was known as an innovator, particularly for his work in the 1970s.
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Pen Names:
Thin White Duke
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Ziggy Stardust
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Aladdin Sane
Birth Name:
David Robert Jones
Alternative Names:
David Jones
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Davy Jones
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Halloween Jack
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It's odd but even when I was a kid, I would write about "old and other times" as though I had a lot of years behind me. Now I do, so there is a difference in the weight of memory. When you're young, you're still "becoming", now at my age I am more concerned with "being". And not too long from now I'll be driven by "surviving", I'm sure. I kind of miss that "becoming" stage, as most times you really don't know what's around the corner. Now, of course, I've kind of knocked on the door and heard a muffled answer. Nevertheless, I still don't know what the voice is saying, or even what language it's in.
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.<p>Day after day,
They tell me I can go.
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high,
'Cause it's such a long way down.
We passed upon the stair,
We spoke of was and when.
Although I wasn't there,
He said I was his friend,
Which came as some surprise.
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me,
I never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world.
I laughed and shook his hand,
And made my way back home.
I searched for form and land,
For years and years I roamed.
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here.
We must have died alone,
A long, long time ago.
Who knows? Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
Who knows? Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
- The Man Who Sold the World
I had to resign myself, many years ago, that I'm not too articulate when it comes to explaining how I feel about things. But my music does it for me, it really does. There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It's always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means. What is very enlightening for me right now is that I sense that I'm arriving at a place of peace with my writing that I've never experienced before. I think I'm going to be writing some of the most worthwhile things that I've ever written in the coming years. I'm very confident and trusting in my abilities right now. But I've got to think of myself as the luckiest guy. Robert Johnson only had one album's worth of work as his legacy. That's all that life allowed him.