All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share I'll help you with the pain - <i>Rock and Roll Suicide</i> - David Bowie

"He Said. "David, you must remember that in all the functions we have in life, art is the one place where we can crash our plane and walk away from it". And that's so right. Creating something is the one area where you mustn't have caution or inhibition. If you make a startling, disastrous mess, it's fine, because you can reach out and reevaluate and plunge off into another direction.

Bowie on Eno and art Interview Magazine September 1995"

Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild.
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet.
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test.

Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me Ya wouldn't believe what I've been thru.