Jeg blir aldri lei Bowie. Han har alltid ei låt som passer til alle tider og stemninger.
En av mine favoritter er "Five Years".
Den har jeg hørt MYE.
Opptaket under skal visstnok være det første han gjør i denne perioden uten kostyme og sminke som Ziggy Stardust. Merk også rockegitaristen Mick Ronson spiller piano. Den legendariske trommebeaten som starter låta og setter den akopalyptiske stemningen. Samme "slow-quick-quick", fader ut sangen etter at strykere avslutter med crescendo.
(albumversjonen)
"Five Years" beskriver verden etter at folk har mottatt nyheten om at det er 5 år til verden går under. Ingen hyggelig beskjed å få.
Five Years er definitivt et av glam/artrockens aller største øyeblikk.
Bowie sa sjøl at han skrev sangen etter paranormal kontakt med sin far som døde i 1969. Sangen ble laget i 1971.
Faren hadde advart han om at han ville dø om 5 år hvis han ikke sluttet å fly.
Mange musikkjournalister og bransjefolk mener at "Five Years" er den sterkeste albumåpneren ever.
Det er uten tvil ei merkverdig og nyskapende låt. Særlig når man sammenligner med hva som ellers skjedde i musikkverdenen i 1972, da den kom ut.
Jeg synes det er interessant.
Det finnes et begrep kalt Ziggyologi.
Et av de store spørsmålene er om Ziggy kan redde verden med rocken når det pga forfallet ikke finnes strøm til gitaren?
Det er sagt og skrevet ganske mye om "Five Years" og Bowie i Ziggy-perioden.
Her er kortversjonen på Wiki :
en.m.wikipedia.org
Pushing through the market square
So many mothers sighing (sighing)
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in (cry in)
News guy wept and told us
Earth was really dying (dying)
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying (lying)
I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat, skinny people
And all the tall, short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the Black hadn't have pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor
Drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained, so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
Five years
Ha en fin dag!