Showing posts with label Mr. Bowie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Bowie. Show all posts
Monday, January 11, 2016
Starman
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word,
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night,
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves -
This is our last dance...
This is our last dance.
This is ourselves.
Under pressure.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Kids in America
The past is another country: one in which Bette Midler and David Bowie share a fondness for ruthlessly bleached poodle cuts; in which Michael Jackson's fashion choices almost make sense; in which Cher can be the least fussily turned out person in any group; and in which that other woman is international song sensation Kim Wilde.
Well, I suppose she still is, but honestly - did you recognize her? Do you, as Miss Cara once implored, remember her name?
How do you suppose this distinctly eclectic evening turned out? Based on Cher's expression, I'm not optimistic...
Well, I suppose she still is, but honestly - did you recognize her? Do you, as Miss Cara once implored, remember her name?
How do you suppose this distinctly eclectic evening turned out? Based on Cher's expression, I'm not optimistic...
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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