The Thursday MOURNING Song

This time, unfortunately, it is a MOURNING rather than a morning song.

David Bowie - a man of many faces, an aritst with limitless means of expression, a soul constantly searchig - left earlier this week.

Here is a song of his, a song about the neverending quest for the truthful self.

No language questions this time - the question is already there, in the simplicity of language.

 Keep on, Mr Bowie!

The Man Who Sold The World" We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World

From GENIUS.com: “…When asked about the meaning of the song, Bowie commented: I guess I wrote it because there was a part of myself that I was looking for. Maybe now that I feel more comfortable with the way that I live my life and my mental state (laughs) and my spiritual state whatever, maybe I feel there’s some kind of unity now. That song for me always exemplified kind of how you feel when you’re young, when you know that there’s a piece of yourself that you haven’t really put together yet. You have this great searching, this great need to find out who you really are."