A short tribute….

1980:

When I was 14, I rode my bike from Firth Park to Attercliffe where I sold it for a tenner.  It was brand new.  I then Walked from Attercliffe to town to a little alternative shop called ‘X Clothes’.  There I used my bike money to buy a pair of very tight, silver , leapordskin trousers. And thus it began.

S worked in ‘X Clothes’ and was the most beautiful vision my 14 year old self had ever come across.  He had a huge blonde quiff  (‘a box of bleach, a silver toner and 2 cans of Harmony hairpray’) and false eyelashes and a beautifully cutting sense of humour.  Life was to bring us together often.

Soul Love, she keneels before the grave,

A brave son, who gave his life

To save the slogans
That hovers between the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving

New love, a boy and girl are talking
New words, that only they can share in
New words, a love so strong it tears their hearts
To sleep through the fleeting hours of morning

Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving

Soul love, the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love, and how my God on high is
All love, though reaching up my loneliness evolves
By the blindness that surrounds him

Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross a baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving

 

SOUL LOVE by David Bowie

 

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