\nFor at overbevise skeptikere – m\u00e5ske selv Pastoren – om, at David Bowie ikke udelukkende var et fr\u00e5dende apotek, da han lavede sin Station To Station, bringes her teksten til dens Word On A Wing, der b\u00e5de i ord og musik er en af de reneste og mest velartikulerede k\u00e6rlighedssange, 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 pr\u00e6dikat – der er lavet p\u00e5 illegale substanser skulle diskvalificeres, ville verden blive ber\u00f8vet ikke s\u00e5 f\u00e5 mesterv\u00e6rker. Station To Station er albummet, hvor Bowie f\u00f8rst stillede ind p\u00e5 det Europa, han snart skulle finde og forl\u00f8se under sit kommende ophold i Berlin. Det h\u00f8res i den v\u00e6gtl\u00f8se 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 forsl\u00e5et men s\u00f8gende romantisk vision, samt et m\u00e6rkbart musikalsk input af tyske Kraftwerk\/Can, i David Bowie’s h\u00e6nder bliver til stor, komplet musik. Sj\u00e6ldent har nogen coke-psykose lydt S\u00c5 inspireret.<\/p>\n
WORD ON A WING<\/p>\n
In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
\nI dont need another change, still you forced away into my scheme of things
\nYou say were growing, growing heart and soul
\nIn this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
\nSweet name, youre born once again for me
\nSweet name, youre born once again for me
\nOh sweet name, I call you again, youre born once again for me
\nJust because I believe dont mean I dont think as well
\nDont have to question everything in heaven or hell<\/p>\n
Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
\nAnd Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
\nIts safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
\nAnd I dont stand in my own light
\nLord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
\nMy prayer flies like a word on a wing
\nDoes my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?<\/p>\n
In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
\nSweet name, youre born once again for me
\nJust as long as I can see, Ill never stop this vision flowing
\nI look twice and youre still flowing
\nJust as long as I can walk
\nIll walk beside you, Im alive in you
\nSweet name, youre born once again for me
\nAnd Im ready to shape the scheme of things<\/p>\n
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
\nOoh, ready to shape the scheme of things
\nOoh, ready to shape the scheme of things
\nOoh, ready to shape the scheme of things
\nOoh, ready to shape the scheme of things
\nOoh…<\/p>\n
Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
\nAnd Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
\nIts safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
\nAnd I dont stand in my own light
\nLord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
\nAnd Im trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
\nIts safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
\nAnd I dont stand in my own light
\nLord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
\nMy prayer flies like a word on a wing
\nDoes my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?<\/p>\n
\u00a9 David Bowie<\/p>\n