Debra Shaw at Alexander McQueen Spring 1997 “La Poupée”
Thank the kooky Satanic Conservative Conspiracy Theorists for playing the album backwards on youtube to share their moronic crackpot theories.
Anyway… Let’s dive into something dank. ( Warning tho: it doesn’t stop sounding like conjecture until a bit further down )
@ 1:34, he says “I’m asleep in the willow/ the fragrance of hallelujah” followed by @ 2:10 “The old man has lost his match/ You and all have, you’re living it.”
Notice how the words here match his classic “Church of Humanity Confessional” lyrical style? When the song plays in it’s linear version, he sounds out of character and rather idiotic/pathetic – it’s like a new Madonna single – where he’s trying to be hip, but has no clue really about what he’s referencing; such as the lyrics:
“I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangster
I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar
I’m not a pornstar, I’m not a wandering star
I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar”
Which reversed audibly translates to ( here @ 2:34 ):
It’s now for me. It’s never me.
It’s right now forever. It’s now forever.
It’s now for me. It’s never me . It’s more than ever.
It’s now for me. It’s now or never.
The original forward-faced faced lyrics are transformed from mediocre pop into something of substance. Bowie is simultaneously acknowledging that he’s looking death square in the face ( “it’s right now forever” ); that the general public has never actually seen him for who he truly is beyond his multiple guises ( “it’s never me” ); that the song itself is Bowie manifesting himself as Bowie in his most concentrated form by making a track such as this ( “It’s more than ever” when taken in context as a whole ); and that his own revelation concerning his demise is completely terrifying, yet he has no choice but to accept it ( the verse as a whole accompanied by the forsaken instrumentals [ that backwards play in a linear scale and signature – it no longer sounds like a cheap rip-off of a 2008 Kelly Polar track ] )
Through Bowie’s documented use of language, as a poet, you can simply read the transcript above by-itself and notice his candid/confessional style of lyricism without having to even listen. Blackstar is his memento magnum-opus, a ghastly and humble testament that breaks the English language in it’s delivery; taking the infamous “Paul is dead” rock-myth and transcending it into a harmonic reality that will warrant endless dissection for lifetimes. I’m guessing… It’s all conjecture, I simply lied to get you to this point in hopes that you’ll spend as many hours going over the song as I did.
Weird. I don’t get how many music blog peeps wrote such great reviews about the song without getting this. I thought the song was shit until I listened to this.
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