DAVID BOWIE
eight line poem
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Tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
Mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down on the West Side
All the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky, oh, oh
- Album:
- No Plan EP
- Blackstar
- Conversations in Space
- Nothing Has Changed - 2CD
- Changes
- FIVE YEARS 1969-1973
- The Next Day
- Reality
- Heathen
- David Bowie (1998)
- Deram Anthology 1966-68
- Earthling
- Outside
- The Buddha Of Suburbia
- Early On (1964-66)
- Tin Machine II
- Sound + Vision
- Never Let Me Down
- Tonight
- Ziggy Stardust: The Motion Picture