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starman

by davewilliams

one of the first songs i learnt to play on a guitar was about a guy in space while planet earth was blue and there was nothing he could do so he came back and wrote a bunch more songs i can can play on a guitar about heathens and spaceboys and a guy called picasso who was never an asshole but never came back and in between he morphed a few times assumed many guises genies, heroes and dancers rebels, dreamers and monsters and never looked back and i chuckle to think that up there on mars whoever he's selling the world to be it all the young dudes or you in your red shoes needn't give it back i feel grateful for being part of it all you've left behind at least one thing is sure there isn't any more pressure and i've got your back
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Jan 16, 2016
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thank you david bowie, rip.

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