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David Bowie once thought Satan was living in his indoor swimming pool. He also cohabited with Iggy Pop in West Berlin in 1976, during which time he became consumed with Third Reich history and Nazi mythology. Bowie, like many rock stars before and many more to come, struggled with drugs and faced somewhat of an identity crisis in attempts to reinvent his sound and eclipse the popularity of his alter-ego Ziggy Stardust.
But there was a light at the end of his tunnel, and Bowie created “a new language of music from fragments, accidents and dreamed-up textures,” that sparked a comeback and influenced a future generation of musicians.
For an excerpt of our latest cover story, “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust”, check out RollingStone.com.
— Parry Ernsberger
Source: Rolling Stone
storyofachild-deactivated201201 asked: you're such an alien.
Omg. A message! I’m sending one!
So what, we get drunk? So what, we smoke weed? We’re just havin’ fun, And we don’t care who sees. So what we go out, that’s how it’s ‘sposed to be, Livin’ young, and wild, and free.
If My Tongue Is Tied, Then Why Are My Thoughts Still Running?
We lay in my bed,
whispering sweet everythings,
The darkness tempts us
to sweet touching.
Temptation is nothing but that
and whether we give into it,
makes it fact.
That I loved you.
Ups and downs,
and cries and lies
left us to drown.
I was so stupid to do that to you.
If I could ever make it better, you know I would.
I’ve been judged, and found untrue.
This is my fault I told you,
so why be such a cold hue?
Make up and rebuild,
another chance to make
your heart fulfilled.
But I pushed my luck,
and couldn’t duck
my way from this one.
I slaked my lust,
with this bullet we touched
and nothing was ever the same.
I changed my name,
to keep me sane,
but that bullet
was lodged inside your poor brain.
It consumed us
and changed us.
And now all we’re left with
has turned into dust.
I’m not ready to move on,
just ready to fight.
Blind with love,
but still I see judgement.
Will her punishment
ever end?
This was my fault I told you,
so stop looking at her with that cold hue.
I would go back and change everything,
I would go back and never bring,
this parasite
into my favorite life,
the one I had with you.
For nothing is grand.
Everything seems bland,
and this ground under me just can’t stand.
If I could take this dive alone,
I would.
But unfortunately,
we’re both misunderstood.
Liars and sinners
broken, never the winners.
(P.S. I hate everything I’ve put us through
and I hate everything I’ve done to you.
And I hate that everyone looks at you,
like you’re nothing more than a pleasure tool.
You’re beautiful and lovely and everything serene,
and if you didn’t have another,
I would be your dream.
No one can see,
how much you could mean,
to someone as lowly as me.
But still you know,
that from time to time,
my heart will show,
I’m nothing, if not kind.)
Tyler O’Quinn
October 29, 2010
Waiting
If I ever live to die
Don’t ever question why.
I’ll tell you of endless tales
That would be better off untold
And long aged songs
That are better left unsung.
This chorus no longer amuses me.
I need a new key,
A new challenge that uses new notes.
For we all live in verses
And life, just a curse.
Tyler O’Quinn
October 16, 2010
Never More
Day by day
And lie by lie,
They built a friendship
To withstand time.
But he, wasn’t content,
With his loneliness.
His heart screamed more
Please, love me more.
But she knew
How it would all end.
This fake love
Was just between friends.
But still he tried,
Until she broke down and cried.
And now those two friends are dead.
Nothing more came between them,
Not time, nor friends, nor passing season.
She didn’t have the heart to tell him,
About this love she was fakin,
So she ran and hid
Inside another mans bed,
And now her lover is dead.
After his sadness was quenched
By the bullet he drenched
Inside of his head,
She cried and she wept,
And wished she was dead,
But the memories she kept
Wouldn’t escape from his death.
His blood on floor
Begged for no more,
He would never love her again.
So drink after drink
She began to sink,
Into this pit
Of nothingness.
She begged for a knife
To end her own life,
To put down these memories,
More permanently.
The cuts on her wrists,
Tell of sorrowful risk,
And now that whore is no more.
Tyler O’Quinn
September 29, 2010
Perversing Babylon
I’m unloading like a double barrel shot gun,
Hitting every point that moves,
“I told you once, I told you twice,
Son, don’t let it get to you”
But my head keeps on spinning,
My thoughts lead in no direction,
And every unplanned thought
And every bit of useless information
Gets me no where forward in faking this smile
And thinking It’ll be ok.
With every new barrage
Comes a new set of problems
I don’t know how to solve
Now I’m drowning in this perfectly perfect world of wrong I’ve created for myself.
I sink deeper everyday and drown in my angst and affliction.
In my world,
Everything is perfect
Because nothing is,
And those that have nothing,
See the world how it was truly intended.
And those that have everything see this as nothing.
A joke.
A pathetic cry for help and enduring symbolism.
“There are harlots all around us!”, some cry out.
But no one
Listens.
“There is death around us!”,
They cry still louder.
But everyone goes on with their own
Problems.
And one last time they cry out
To the humanity of my perfectly wretched world
That sounds of twisted metal and grinding teeth
“Everyone, please, save yourself!
Save your lover! Save your brother!”
But they cannot hear over the sounds
Of their sizzling skin
And screams for
Death.
And
Plea’s for
Help.
No. In my world,
I’ve created misery for my citizens.
Everyone that gets too close
Gets captivated as they unknowingly walk into the quicksand
And hands drag them below.
Still they stare.
Still they lust.
Still they worry only about theirselves
While they build their vast empires
Inside my city walls.
Only to find that everything they love,
Will burn to ashes before they know it.
Tyler O’Quinn
September 21, 2010
