A Tribute to David Jones (Bowie)

 

bowie

 

 

 

 

 

Space Man

Stardust

Thin White Duke

Goblin King

 

So many things to

so many people

 

Did you ever think

so many people

would need you?

 

Always yourself

even when you were

someone else

 

Becoming

the special man . . .

screwed up eyes

and screwed down hairdo

 

Some saw you as a

scary monster

others as a

super freak

 

Angel or devil,

I don’t care

 

You made

fashion

rather than following it

 

Didn’t just become famous

but created

fame

 

Not bad for a

London boy

 

Strange how I miss the

man who sold the world

 

Shocked that

the man who fell to earth

has departed and left me

low

 

Your music is being played from

station to station

 

Young Americans

are hearing it

along with other

earthlings

 

I need red shoes

to dance the blues

but I’m feeling very still,

like a POW buried up to his neck in sand;

under the moonlight,

the serious moonlight

 

How do I say good-bye to a

spaceboy

I never got to say

hallo

to?

 

In my youth

going through

changes

your life and lyrics

guided me through the

labyrinth

 

You

never let me down

 

With your

soul love,

a

modern love,

and

the hunger

 

You spoke to rebels and

all the young dudes

who were on the

outside,

oddities in the

space

and time

they inhabited

 

Lodgers

with nothing

to truly call their own

 

You could make melodies with a

tin machine

 

Produce music with a reed,

help make pop classics, a

transformer

on the wild side

the idiot

a real wild child

 

Peter and the wolf

 

You would

rise and fall

but a

black tie affair couldn’t make you

white noise

 

Pushing boundaries

Asking questions

Tearing down walls

Inventing

heroes

You shaped

reality

 

Maybe, I’m

a lad insane

quite content to be with

all the mad men

who are all the same as me

 

Wrestling with imagined

diamond dogs

or sitting in contemplation like a

Buddha of suburbia

 

Tonight,

for

hours,

I’ll listen as

my turntable spins

Hunky Dory:

Dylan

Warhol

Life on Mars?

 

It was more than a

little wonder

you created

with your gifts of

sound and vision.

 

How can someone who made

magic dance

die?

 

Perhaps,

I am

a

heathen

to suggest it,

but for your final trick

could you be

Lazarus?

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One Response to A Tribute to David Jones (Bowie)

  1. Jason Leighfield says:

    Love it Colin. Nice work.

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