"Tragic youth was looking young and sexy
The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans
Bearing arms and flaunting all her mischief
Then tragic youth was going down on me"
This 1st verse sets up the image of youthful innocence. It only sounds like a blowjob from a crazed fan, but it doubles as Bowie talking about himself and his own youthful naievity.
I build a wall of sound to separate us (rock star status)
I hid amog the junk of wretched highs (cocaine)
I sped from planet X to planet Alpha (ziggy to today)
Struggling for reality (still trying to find himself)
Another personal reflection.
"Tragic youth was looking young and sexy The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans Bearing arms and flaunting all her mischief Then tragic youth was going down on me"
This 1st verse sets up the image of youthful innocence. It only sounds like a blowjob from a crazed fan, but it doubles as Bowie talking about himself and his own youthful naievity.
I build a wall of sound to separate us (rock star status) I hid amog the junk of wretched highs (cocaine) I sped from planet X to planet Alpha (ziggy to today) Struggling for reality (still trying to find himself)
"tragic youth was going down on me"
"tragic youth was going down on me"
He's getting older
He's getting older