Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is english and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
Screaming along in south london
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain
So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way
With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't crumble at silver and gold
Screaming above central london
Never born, so I'll never get old
So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way
Day after
Day after
Day..."
-- David Bowie, "The Buddha of Suburbia"
Dedicated to S, G and H, my only real people (and that's cool).
posted by Anonymous at
12:18 PM
2 Comments:
The book is good too, extremely readable. I went to a high school in a corn field, but still, I feel like I grew up in the suburbs. (Thanks for the song, Steph.)
Yeah, Bowie does that to me too (not tears from laughing, I hope...)
My pleasure, dude.
PS. I meant it...
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