David bowie, världens bästa textförfattare?

[mrfiskman]

En till favorittext från bowie.

 

 

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly,

The Spiders from Mars.

He played it left hand, but made it too far,

Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's Band.

 

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'me to hang

Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

 

So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls

Just the beer light to guide us,

So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands ?

 

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo

The kids was just crass, he was the naz

With God given ass

He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.

 

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind

Like a leper messiah

When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

[mrfiskman]

Öh, ja ?

 

Jag har inte påstått att Ledin kan skriva musik. Det jag sa var att Lundell borde finnas med på listan över stora textförfattare.

Och nej, du behöver nog inte säga mer.

 

 

Mmm jag bara utgick från att du är en sån som gillar ledin också.

[Albert]

Seu Jorges tolkningar diggar jag.

[eurythmech]

 

[Knapp_0]

Bowie är inte världens bästa textförfattare, möjligtvis världens bästa engelskspråkiga textförfattare.

 

I en mycket bra fransk dokumentär som är några år nu, säger Bowie att en vän konstruerat en "ordmaskin" som slumpar ut orden åt honom. Jag vet inte om det var ett uttryck av Bowie's engelska humor eller sanning. Men hur som helst så är det nog inte texterna som gör honom så stor. Även om texterna är "skvaliga" eller naiva så finns det alltid någon tanke eller referens bakåt. Men inte direkt Dylan-klass på texerna.

 

Typ den här som är från Heathen: (Ett av de bättre albumen)

 

Took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft

And I thought about you

I passed through the shadow of Jupiter

(sigh)

And I thought about you

 

I shot my spacegun

And boy, I really felt blue

 

Two or three flying saucers

Parked under the stars

The winding stream

Moon shining down

On some little town

And with each beam

The same old dream

 

CHORUS

Took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft

And I thought about you

Well I shot my spacegun

And I thought about you

.

.

.

 

För övrigt var jag och såg honom på Ullevi. Respekt .

[Preacher]

En till favorittext från bowie.

 

 

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly,

The Spiders from Mars.

He played it left hand, but made it too far,

Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's Band.

 

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo

Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling

He could leave 'me to hang

Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

 

So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls

Just the beer light to guide us,

So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands ?

 

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo

The kids was just crass, he was the naz

With God given ass

He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.

 

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind

Like a leper messiah

When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

 

It says nothing to me about my life.

[eurythmech]

It says nothing to me about my life.

 

Snygg referens, fel tillfälle.

[Knapp_0]

Om vi nu ändå ska droppa Bowie-texter. Varför inte ta det bästa han skrivit.

Så briljant formulerat!

 

Shiruetto ya kage ga kakumei o miteiru

Mo tengoku no giyu no kaidan wa nai2

 

Silhouettes and shadows

watch the revolution

No more free steps to heaven

It's no game

 

Ore genjitsu kara shime dasare

Nani ga okkote irunoka wakara nai

Doko ni kyokun wa arunoka

Hitobito wa yubi o orareteiru

Konna dokusaisha ni iyashime rareru nowa kanashii

[Preacher]

Snygg referens, fel tillfälle.

 

Orkade inte vänta på att någon skulle posta Wham-texter.

 

Tycker fortfarande att jag har rätt, texten ensam är inget märkvärdigt. Men det kan ju handla om smak förstås. Fast vid närmare eftertanke har jag alltid rätt där också.

[Verbal__Kint]

Kan någon djup typ förklara innebörden, eller vad herr B vill förmedla i texten till "Life on Mars"...

 

Jag tycker melodin är så satans grym men kan liksom inte med att gilla den när jag inte hajar innebörden...

 

Förklara ni som tycker han är världens bästa textförfattare...

[Sylwester]

Chubby little loser, national joke

Pathetic little fat man

The clown that no-one laughs at

They all just wish he'd die

He's so depressed at being hated

Fatso takes his own life

He blows his bloated face off...

 

Han har sina stunder.

[-Ziggy-]

Bowie är ju helt underbar ,, ni kanske kan gissa var jag har fått mitt namn från :-)

[Grävlis]

Bowie är ju helt underbar ,, ni kanske kan gissa var jag har fått mitt namn från :-)

 

Ziggy Marley?

[sentenced]

vilken sajt spelar denna "david bowie" på?

[Appel]

Med tanke på att han har släppt skivor sedan 68 (67?) och fortfarande är mer eller mindre aktiv och än så länge bara misslyckats med sådär två skivor så finns det hur mycket att ösa ur av underbara låtar. Med tanke på att jag är oerhört svårstartad när det gäller musik så är mina favoriter ....spider from mars, Station to station samt Diamond dogs (vilket han iof inte har så mkt minnen själv ifrån att ha spelat in..)

[Knapp_0]

Station to station är ju ett bra exempel på vad som är så stort med Bowie. Jag tänker på idé/tema. Bowie är mer konstnär än artist som levererar jävligt bra "paket". Texterna tycker jag är ganska underordnade.

 

Heroes och Scary monsters... är ju också sjukt bra

[mrfiskman]

Ännu en låt av bowie som jag älskar:h:

 

 

"The Bewlay Brothers"

 

And so the story goes

they wore the clothes

They said the things

to make it seem improbable

The whale of a lie

like they hope it was

And the Goodmen of Tomorrow

Had their feet in the wallow

And their heads of Brawn

were nicer shorn

And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust

And the world was asleep

to our latent fuss

Sighing, the swirl through the streets

Like the crust of the sun

The Bewlay Brothers

In our Wings that Bark

Flashing teeth of Brass

Standing tall in the dark

Oh, And we were Gone

Hanging out with your Dwarf Men

We were so turned on

By your lack of conclusions

 

I was Stone and he was Wax

So he could scream,

and still relax, unbelievable

And we frightened the small children away

And our talk was old

and dust would flow

Thru our veins and Lo!

it was midnight

Back o' the kitchen door

Like the grim face

on the Cathedral floor

And the solid book we wrote

Cannot be found today

 

And it was Stalking time

for the Moonboys

The Bewlay Brothers

With our backs on the arch

In the Devil-may-be-here

But He can't sing about that

Oh, And we were Gone

Real Cool Traders

We were so Turned On

You thought we were Fakers

 

Now the dress is hung,

the ticket pawned

The Factor Max that proved the fact

Is melted down

And woven on the edging of my pillow

Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks

He could be dead, He could be not

He could be You

He's Camelian, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature

"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"

The Bewlay Brothers

In the feeble and the Bad

The Bewlay Brothers

In the Blessed and Cold

In the Crutch-hungry Dark

Was where we flayed our Mark

Oh, and we were Gone

Kings of Oblivion

We were so Turned On

In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

 

Lay me place and bake me Pie

I'm starving for me Gravy

Leave my shoes, and door unlocked

I might just slip away

Just for the Day, Hey!

Please come