Ground control to Major Tom, Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul,
he said...
It's a God-awful small affair
Oh man wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
My death waits like an old roue'
So confident, I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Are we proud for that and the passing time?
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is right
Let's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's think of that and the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
So let's think of that and the passing time
For whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is you
My death waits there among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadows, blackest shadows cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my head
So pull up your sheets against the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door there is, Thank You
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much (she knows!)
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear....
David, early in his career -use to write his songs by writing lots of lyrics in sentences and then cutting them into strips in a bowl and pulling them out one by one in no particular order. I can think of no fitting tribute better than doing the same with just a couple of his lyrics and his last song which I believe reflected his own facing of his death.
May he rest in peace...
