The Modernist wrote:HEN wrote:Time, he's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boys
Time, he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time, in quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain
And many other last names
Oh, well, I look at my watch, it say nine twenty-five
And I think "oh God, I'm still alive"
Often the pretentiousness of Bowie is part of the appeal for me, that's where it becomes quite a complex matter as pretension is not always pejorative.
Yup me too. That quote from 'Time' has wilful OTT pretensions that announce themselves in a camp and humorous way, it's like Bowie's letting you in on the joke of the whole thing rather than saying "ooh-look-aren't-i-the-serious-artist". I think he does that regularly.
Much more so than, for instance, Scott Walker. I mean Walker is the very definition of the pretentious artist isn't he? That's obvious and yet I still love much of what he does.