@carcrashkiss - oddly, I like both songs. Normally such a juxtaposition would not work with my brain - especially since Red Money is my favorite Bowie song. Yet somehow Iggy's take pulled off a cerebral free pass, all without ever involving me. I wasn't even consulted. I never know what's going on up there anymore. I don't even take it personally. As long as I have my brain-office with the Post-It on the door with CEO scrawled in Sharpie, who am I to rock the boat? The phone on my desk doesn't work. I can't even call someone to come...
@carcrashkiss - oddly, I like both songs. Normally such a juxtaposition would not work with my brain - especially since Red Money is my favorite Bowie song. Yet somehow Iggy's take pulled off a cerebral free pass, all without ever involving me. I wasn't even consulted. I never know what's going on up there anymore. I don't even take it personally. As long as I have my brain-office with the Post-It on the door with CEO scrawled in Sharpie, who am I to rock the boat? The phone on my desk doesn't work. I can't even call someone to come and fix it. I went looking for someone once, but I keep running into Level 5 doors in my brain that my Level 3 access card won't open. That seems odd seeing as I'm CEO and all. If I don't have Level 5 access who d... holy shit! The phone on my desk is ringing... What the hell do I do? Nobody ever told me what I should do if that happens! It's not stopping. Crap! I never received any kind of employee manual or orientation. How did I even get this job? It's still ringing. Should I pick it up or what? Shit.
this song is same as Sister Midnight, now with Eno's trickery and Bowie's lyrics added.
@carcrashkiss - oddly, I like both songs. Normally such a juxtaposition would not work with my brain - especially since Red Money is my favorite Bowie song. Yet somehow Iggy's take pulled off a cerebral free pass, all without ever involving me. I wasn't even consulted. I never know what's going on up there anymore. I don't even take it personally. As long as I have my brain-office with the Post-It on the door with CEO scrawled in Sharpie, who am I to rock the boat? The phone on my desk doesn't work. I can't even call someone to come...
@carcrashkiss - oddly, I like both songs. Normally such a juxtaposition would not work with my brain - especially since Red Money is my favorite Bowie song. Yet somehow Iggy's take pulled off a cerebral free pass, all without ever involving me. I wasn't even consulted. I never know what's going on up there anymore. I don't even take it personally. As long as I have my brain-office with the Post-It on the door with CEO scrawled in Sharpie, who am I to rock the boat? The phone on my desk doesn't work. I can't even call someone to come and fix it. I went looking for someone once, but I keep running into Level 5 doors in my brain that my Level 3 access card won't open. That seems odd seeing as I'm CEO and all. If I don't have Level 5 access who d... holy shit! The phone on my desk is ringing... What the hell do I do? Nobody ever told me what I should do if that happens! It's not stopping. Crap! I never received any kind of employee manual or orientation. How did I even get this job? It's still ringing. Should I pick it up or what? Shit.