

We can be heroes, forever and ever
~ a playlist for the dreamers unto the stars. For the boys and girls, for the hopers and despairers, for the singers and dancers, for the free and the chained, for the living and the dead, for the sound and the vision.
Artist: David Bowie.

- Starman Bowie sings the truths of the universe into existence in the form of soul-filled rock n’ roll tracks to span the 20th and 21st century
- Music with a vision to it, through chameleonic changes and shadowy transformations; music with an indestructible power and forever-burning light to every track from a career spanning five decades.
- A playlist for heartfelt heroes / for you and me. ~ Oh, we can be heroes just for one day
I’m stepping through the door
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
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”
To the girl with the mousy hair…
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
‘Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
She’ll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky oil
The lady from another grinning soul
She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey, babe, your hair’s alright
Hey, babe, let’s go out tonight
You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
Fame, (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, (fame) puts you there where things are hollow
Fame (fame)
Throwing darts in lovers’ eyes
‘Bout sound and vision?
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them just for one day
We can be heroes just for one day
Should turn to erosion
And we never get old
In such an early song?
I’ve heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don’t say it’s true
They got a message from the Action Man…
And when to stay in
Get things done
All your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Full of white eyed fish
And a drowning man
With no eyes at all
I felt a warm, warm breeze
That melted metal and steel
I got a bad migraine
That lasted three long years
And the pills that I took
Made my fingers disappear
Cranking out the white noise
Pushing the hair from my eyes
I’m bewildered, for we’re strangers when we meet
I don’t want knowledge, I want certainty
I don’t want knowledge, I want certainty
Something in my eye
I’ve danced with you too long
We could run when the rain slows
Look for the cars or signs of life
Where the heat goes
Over Battery Park
Then a flare glides over
But I won’t look at that scar
Oh, my nuclear baby
(We’ll discover a star)
Oh, my idiot trance
All my idiot questions
(Like the stars in your eyes)
Let’s face the music and dance
Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah
In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all
Your eyes
On the day of execution, on the day of execution
Only women kneel and smile, ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all
Your eyes, your eyes
~ Vibe
Aural dramas from different faces and different voices, all from one man — for vibing and jamming and singing along to in spaces of all kinds, from out of harrowing, Jungian shadows and life-giving light.



~ AESTHETIC~
Songs about love and loss, about being an outsider and a superstar. Bowie sings with the myriad personas of his soul taking the stage. Music of all shapes and sizes, all sounds and visions, for journeys and transformations, for visionaries and dreamers.



Moods ~
~ images and words from my journal of memes to pair with the playlist:



























































































“There’s a lot to be said for making people laugh. Did you know that that’s all some people have? It isn’t much, but it’s better than nothing in this cockeyed caravan.”
~ Sullivan’s Travels


“There could be no justice, unless there were also injustice; no courage, unless there were cowardice; no truth, unless there were falsehood.” ~ Chrysippus

~
Caspar David Friedrich


