For at overbevise skeptikere – måske selv Pastoren – om, at David Bowie ikke udelukkende var et frådende apotek, da han lavede sin Station To Station, bringes her teksten til dens Word On A Wing, der både i ord og musik er en af de reneste og mest velartikulerede kærlighedssange, man kan forestille sig. Muligvis vores helt ikke havde klaret en dopingtest under tilblivelsen, men mig, jeg synes det er underordnet. Hvis al kunst – jo, Station To Station kan holde til netop det prædikat – der er lavet på illegale substanser skulle diskvalificeres, ville verden blive berøvet ikke så få mesterværker. Station To Station er albummet, hvor Bowie først stillede ind på det Europa, han snart skulle finde og forløse under sit kommende ophold i Berlin. Det høres i den vægtløse udgave af Nina Simone’s Wild Is The Wind, en version der siden dannede blueprint for Suede’s Europe Is Our Playground, og endnu mere i det sofistikerede titelnummer, hvor en forslået men søgende romantisk vision, samt et mærkbart musikalsk input af tyske Kraftwerk/Can, i David Bowie’s hænder bliver til stor, komplet musik. Sjældent har nogen coke-psykose lydt SÅ inspireret.

WORD ON A WING

In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
I dont need another change, still you forced away into my scheme of things
You say were growing, growing heart and soul
In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again, youre born once again for me
Just because I believe dont mean I dont think as well
Dont have to question everything in heaven or hell

Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
Its safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I dont stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?

In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
Just as long as I can see, Ill never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and youre still flowing
Just as long as I can walk
Ill walk beside you, Im alive in you
Sweet name, youre born once again for me
And Im ready to shape the scheme of things

Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh…

Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
Its safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I dont stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
And Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
Its safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I dont stand in my own light
Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?

© David Bowie