It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowher… - David Bowie

We can be heroes just for one day

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

It’s a compulsive need to wreck everything. You might notice there’s a pattern of stripping down and building back up again throughout my life. I guess that’s how some of us conduct our lives.