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Oh David Bowie. I had been listening to his new album ‘Blackstar’ all weekend, thinking this is such an incredible album. I’m glad we were graced with one last piece of art. Such a man with unrivaled creativity, he opened doors and challenged the ideals held down by so many in order to design his own rules. Whenever I think of David Bowie, all I can see is bright colors.. that’s how I’ll always remember him. A true legend. ✨⭐

I keep discovering a new song on the Blackstar album that I fall in love with again and again. “Lazerus”… a favorite song on the album as here he tells us he was leaving for heaven… the heavy bass line and crash of a single dirty guitar riff never sounded so right. Then in “I Can’t Give Everything Away”… how pleads powerfully as those words repeat over and over. His music, just like his life at this moment, has never sounded so poignant, final and tragically beautiful at the same time.

Released on David Bowie’s Birthday and only a few days before he died, those who were close and behind the makings explained to the world that this twenty-sixth final piece of work, was his parting gift.

Below are the lyrics to each song from Blackstar and a link to hear the music from each official video. Many have tried to discover a hidden message in each melody that carries a greater message than we know. However for now, as you listen to each word and sound, think of this as your own private mourning to David Bowie as this forever creative soul that we all have been greatly inspired and understood by.


 

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Blackstar

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen

Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah

In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all

Your eyes

On the day of execution, on the day of execution

Only women kneel and smile, ah-ah, ah-ah

At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all

Your eyes, your eyes

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen

Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah

In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all

Your eyes

Ah-ah-ah

Something happened on the day he died

Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside

Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

How many times does an angel fall?

How many people lie instead of talking tall?

He trod on sacred ground, he cried loud into the crowd

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangstar)

I can’t answer why (I’m a blackstar)

Just go with me (I’m not a filmstar)
I’m-a take you home (I’m a blackstar)

Take your passport and shoes (I’m not a popstar)

And your sedatives, boo (I’m a blackstar)

You’re a flash in the pan (I’m not a marvel star)

I’m the Great I Am (I’m a blackstar)

I’m a blackstar, way up, on money, I’ve got game

I see right, so wide, so open-hearted pain

I want eagles in my daydreams, diamonds in my eyes

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

Something happened on the day he died

Spirit rose a metre then stepped aside

Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried

(I’m a blackstar, I’m a star’s star, I’m a blackstar)

I can’t answer why (I’m not a gangstar)

But I can tell you how (I’m not a film star)

We were born upside-down (I’m a star’s star)
Born the wrong way ‘round (I’m not a white star)

(I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangstar

I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar

I’m not a pornstar, I’m not a wandering star

I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

In the villa of Ormen stands a solitary candle

Ah-ah, ah-ah

At the centre of it all, your eyes

On the day of execution, only women kneel and smile

Ah-ah, ah-ah

At the centre of it all, your eyes, your eyes

Ah-ah-ah

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Sue (Or in a Season of Crime)

Sue

I got the job

We’ll buy the house

You’ll need to rest

But now we’ll make it

Sue

The clinic called

The x-ray’s fine

I brought you home

I just said home

Sue, you said you want it written

Sue, the virgin on your stone

For your grave

Why too dark to speak the words?

For, I know that you have a son

Oh, folly, Sue

Ride the train, I’m far from home

In a season of crime none need atone

I kissed your face

Sue, I’ve pushed you down beneath the weeds

Endless faith in hopeless deeds

I kissed your face

I touched your face

Sue, goodbye

Sue, I found your note

That you wrote last night

It can’t be right

You went with him

Sue, I never dreamed

I’m such a fool

Right from the start

You went with that clown

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Lazarus

Look up here, I’m in heaven

I’ve got scars that can’t be seen

I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen

Everybody knows me now

Look up here, man, I’m in danger

I’ve got nothing left to lose

I’m so high, it makes my brain whirl

Dropped my cell phone down below

Ain’t that just like me?

By the time I got to New York

I was living like a king

Then I used up all my money

I was looking for your ass

This way or no way

You know I’ll be free

Just like that bluebird

Now, ain’t that just like me?

Oh, I’ll be free

Just like that bluebird

Oh, I’ll be free

Ain’t that just like me?

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Girl Loves Me

Cheena so sound, so titi up this malcheck, say

Party up moodge, nanti vellocet round on Tuesday

Real bad dizzy snatch making all the omeys mad — Thursday

Popo blind to the polly in the hole by Friday

Where the f— did Monday go?

I’m cold to this pig and pug show

I’m sittin’ in the chestnut tree

Who the f—‘s gonna mess with me?

Girl loves me

Hey cheena

Girl loves me

Girl loves me

Hey cheena

Girl loves me

Where the fuck did Monday go?

I’m cold to this pig and pug show

Where the fuck did Monday go?

You viddy at the cheena

Choodesny with the red rot

Libbilubbing litso-fitso

Devotchka watch her garbles

Spatchko at the rozz-shop

Split a ded from his deng deng

Viddy viddy at the cheena

Girl loves me

Hey cheena

Girl loves me

Girl loves me

Hey cheena

Girl loves me

Girl loves me

Hey cheena

Girl loves me

Where the fuck did Monday go?

Where the fuck did Monday go?

Where the fuck did Monday go?

Girl loves me

Hey cheena

Girl loves me

Girl loves me

Hey cheena

Girl loves me

Where the fuck did Monday go?

Where the fuck did Monday go?

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Dollar Days

Cash girls suffer me, I’ve got no enemies

I’m walking down

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

If I’ll never see the English evergreens I’m running to

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

I’m dying to

Push their backs against the grain

And fool them all again and again

I’m trying to

We bitches tear our magazines

Those oligarchs with foaming mouths phone

Now and then

Don’t believe for just one second I’m forgetting you

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

Dollar days, survival sex

Honour stretching tails to necks

I’m falling down

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

If I’ll never see the English evergreens I’m running to

It’s nothing to me

It’s nothing to see

I’m dying to

Push their backs against the grain

And fool them all again and again

I’m trying to

It’s all gone wrong but on and on

The bitter nerve ends never end

I’m falling down

Don’t believe for just one second I’m forgetting you

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

I’m trying to

I’m dying to

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’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore

Man, she punched me like a dude

Hold your mad hands, I cried

‘Tis a pity she was a whore

‘Tis my curse, I suppose

That was patrol

That was patrol

This is the war

Black struck the kiss, she kept my c–k

Smote the mistress, drifting on

’Tis a pity she was a whore

She stole my purse, with rattling speed

That was patrol

This is the war

‘Tis a pity she was a whore

Man, she punched me like a dude

Hold your mad hands, I cried

’Tis a pity she was a whore

’Tis my fate, I suppose

For, that was patrol

That was patrol

‘Tis a pity she was a whore

’Tis a pity she was a whore

Woo!

Ahh! Woo!

Woo!

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I Can’t Give Everything Away

I know something is very wrong

The pulse returns the prodigal

The blackout hearts, the flowered news

With skull designs upon my shoes

I can’t give everything

I can’t give everything

Away

I can’t give everything

Away

Seeing more and feeling less

Saying no but meaning yes

This is all I ever meant

That’s the message that I sent

I can’t give everything

I can’t give everything

Away

I can’t give everything

Away

I can’t give everything

I can’t give everything

Away

I can’t give everything

Away

I know something is very wrong

The pulse returns the prodigal sons

The blackout hearts, the flowered news

With skull designs upon my shoes

I can’t give everything

I can’t give everything

Away

I can’t give everything

Away

I can’t give everything

I can’t give everything

Away

I can’t give everything

Away


 

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