You gotta love it when language subtleties escape the Chinese.

At least her heart was in the right place.

...every single time I listen to it. Bowie was notorious in the day for his "cut and paste" lyrics. Sometimes, he just nailed it. An amazing, multi talented artist by any means, he still haunts and makes me shudder with his visions.

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on...

...Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on Amerika's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on...

...Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

*****David Bowie "Life On Mars"

This animal has been sorely overlooked as a cosmic astrological symbol. Nope...nu uh...not a single appearance in any classic Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Asian, African, Indigenous American, Norse or Germanic reckoning of horoscopic animal representations of animalist traits that neatly package, excuse, pardon, and explain the dumb human shit we throw down.

I hearby shun the Ram and embrace instead the Ostrich, my true astrological animal identity. This is the first animal to be identified on the chart of Tommyism.

Children born under the sign of the Ostrich behave thusly...

They strut.
They wish they could fly, but can sure as hell walk real fast instead.
They kick when provoked.
They dig their head in the sand as a means of dealing with shit.
When they lay an egg, damn...they lay a big one.
They stick their neck out way too often.
They have big, ugly feet.
They have big hard peckers.

Oh holy shit...see...I just ruined it. I can't be fucking serious for more than five fucking minutes.
Hope everyone's having a sublime Monday.
T.

*****No Doubt "Excuse Me Mr."

Last one! Speakers on.



Hot Monkey Love,
T