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
One of those times I wish could take a quick jaunt back to London. An exhibition of David Bowie photos is on in London. Brings back lots of memories.
Posted by Joe at February 5, 2004 07:54 PMLike my dear friend Carl singing/quoting snatches of Zapper lyrics I have in recent years come to fondly associate you with snippets of Bowie - long may your memory keep your air-guitar mouth in motion with these nostalgic ditties from byegone unruly days.
Posted by: martin at February 6, 2004 12:01 PMAhh! You're so kind. And long may you hear them. ;+)
Posted by: Joe at February 6, 2004 12:16 PMI think we're all aware by now that the glam rocker occupies the same spot in Joe Bloggs' heart as is taken up by The Who in mine.
Posted by: DJ at February 6, 2004 10:23 PMI remember those days well!
I think I will have to go to the exhibition myself.
Posted by: Paula at February 11, 2004 10:09 PM