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My Death [Live Santa Monica ’72] David Bowie
"My Death" by David Bowie, performed live in Santa Monica in 1972, is a haunting #Rock ballad that explores themes of mortality, existentialism, and the inevitability of death. The lyrics convey a deep sense of introspection and melancholy. Unique elements include Bowie's emotive vocal delivery and the atmospheric instrumentation. The song reflects the cultural zeitgeist of the early '70s, resonating with audiences grappling with life's fragility. Released in 1972, it remains a poignant expression of Bowie's artistic depth.
[Verse 1]
My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think of that or the passing time
[Chorus]
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For, in front of that door
There is you
[Verse 2]
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Ah let's not think about the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think about the passing time
My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think of that or the passing time
[Chorus]
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For, in front of that door
There is you
[Verse 2]
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Ah let's not think about the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think about the passing time
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