Eight Line Poem Lyrics

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Cover art for Eight Line Poem lyrics by David Bowie

It's a perfectly warm Summer day. Bowie is standing in his baby son's room. There is a crib with a mobile hanging over it. Clara, the Collie mix dog who is resting on the floor, calmly puts her head between her paws. There is an open window across the room. It is opened with a screen in it. There is a small cactus on it's sil. There is a strong breeze coming in the window moving a sheer curtain and spinning the baby's mobile more than enough. David doesn't move but looks beyond the cactus, out the window to the street below, where new shops have opened and he wonders if they will be successful. Will the cactus shop he was just at find buyers for their goods. When you look up into a tree and the brightest part of the sun is behind a branch, it's as though it's pinned there. Move a little and you can't see the Sun, it's too bright. Move a little more and can't really see the branch. The sight of both are elusive, just like the answer to What is the key to the city's success.

As I see it.