Heddon Street Boy




Song For David Bowie


Now hear this David Robert Jones
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Bowie
With a voice like Tony New
His words of lonely spacemen
They could send us to the stars
Brought a few more people out
And touched their feet on the side of Mars

     Ah, here she comes
     Here she comes
     Here she comes again
     The ever changing lady
     From the brow of Chameleon
     She'll scratch this world to pieces
     As she comes on like a friend
     But a cut up song
     From a sci-fi book
     Could send her home again

Gave your heart to every teenage girl
At least a ribbon in her hair
And you sat behind a million glitter kids
And told them what to wear
Then you fell upon the earth
The soul was all your own
With paranoia rising
We'd rather be scared
In your mind alone

     Ah, here she comes
     Here she comes
     Here she comes again
     The ever changing lady
     From the brow of Chameleon
     She'll scratch this world to pieces
     As she comes on like a friend
     But a cut up song
     From a sci-fi book
     Could send her home again

Now hear this David Robert Jones
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Bowie
If he’s lost in Heddon Street
Tell him the telephones ringing
And there’s water on the bar
Give us back our train of thought
Give us back the clothes we brought
You're every nation's astronaut
Don't leave us with insanity

     Ah, here she comes
     Here she comes
     Here she comes again
     The ever changing lady
     From the brow of Chameleon
     She'll scratch this world to pieces
     As she comes on like a friend
     But a cut up song
     From a sci-fi book
     Could send her home again.



Heddon Street Boy.
16th August 2004.