I’m embarrassed to say that until today I had no consciousness of this song. I’d heard it, I’m sure, but I never really heard it.
That is surprising because I’ve long been apocalyptic. I don’t think our demise is imminent, but I’ll be surprised if we outlive our ability to share jpegs.
This Bowie song is a primitive warning. How could he know?
Hat tip to Angela, bless you.
If we limited Rock Remnants to 1970-1975, I’d probably be happy as a clam. (And when did I grow up?)
I had a girlfriend who looked quite a bit like David Bowie. Still worries me to this day.
Canticles for Leibowitz?!?!?!?
We’re going to keep coming back to those days because, um, those were the days, my friend.
I am a Canticle for Leibowitz fan from way back – “lb. pastrami” indeed. Like so many Bowie songs especially from this period, this contains great and awful lyrics in the same song. I always liked the spare 50s feel of the music. I would, however, point out that it’s been about 35 years since the 5 years ran out. And here we are. I would also note that the phrase “post-apocalyptic” is a contradiction in terms, so I’m glad that you are only apocalyptic, Peter.
Yes, great and awful lyrics all mixed together, with music and performance that kills it.