The Man Who Sold The World
The lament of plaintive chords, the short-lived sunshine of cheering, reassuring Bowie braving the hordes facing the man who sold the world, the finale of mournful, flamenco-like guitar wailing in one voice with him it made me write something like a resolution to the song:
The Man Who Shook The World
I braved a freezing scare -
They told me he was fair -
My dreams were unprepared.
They said he was aware
Of the world and all the ice,
And the running of the mice,
Of how we had made a clone,
Of his magnum bungalow.
Oh yes, thats me,
Its me at the controls,
You placed
Your fate
With The Man Who Shook The World.
I bowed I raved I wept.
He let me hold the dome.
He stopped the time. I slept,
And saw our sad genome.
I heard the future clear,
Bulldozers and the fear,
We must have thrown the stone,
But failed to see the drone.
You did. Not me.
You tried and lost control.
You placed
Your fate
With the Man Who Shook the World.
Does this capure the imagery, or continue anything from within the song?



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