“Some of the doors Bowie opened led to other artists. He opened doors for me into Bertolt Brecht, and William Burroughs — and, by the way, Bruce Springsteen, who he was on very early. And for me, the most important door he opened was the one with Brian Eno behind it.”
Lay down Lay down Lay your sweet lovely on the ground Lay your love on the track We’re gonna break the monster’s back Yes we are… Lay down your treasure Lay it down now brother You don’t have time For a jealous lover
And in leather, lace and chains we stake our claim. Revolution once again No I won’t, I won’t wear it on my sleeve. I can see through this expression and you know I don’t believe. Too old to be told, exactly who are you? Tonight, tomorrow’s too late.
The sea wants to kiss the golden shore. The sunlight warms your skin. All the beauty that’s been lost before, wants to find us again. I can’t fight you anymore; it’s you I’m fighting for. The sea throws rocks together but time, leaves us polished stones.
Summer stretching on the grass Summer dresses pass In the shade of a willow tree Creeps a-crawling over me Over me and over you Stuck together with God’s glue It’s gonna get stickier too. It’s been a long hot summer Let’s get under cover Don’t try too hard to think Don’t think at all.