So I've musing on the shit and the dog comms.
It occurred to me that many of the things we've been learning here these past years have been written about in David Bowie songs.
1984, Starman, Red Shoes, China Girl, Loving the Aliens, Under Pressure, the list goes on…
Anyway
Diamond Dogs(edited for brevity)
This ain't rock'n'roll, this is genocide kek
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal
I'll keep a friend serene serene: deep permanent sleep?
(Will they come?)
Well, she's come, been and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch your death in the fog fog of war
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go
Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow
Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them
Diamond Dogs rule, ok
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
>Sounds like he's talking about assassins to me.