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I saw a news release a week or three ago that he was retiring after releasing Black Star. I thought then it was shame but understandable after such a career.

Thank you David, for some amazing music, for inspiring me to write, for Ziggy, and for showing us all what a true artist can paint in our modern world.

Wrote this back in 2003 as an homage to your writing. You will be missed.



Major Tom
© 2003 John Voorpostel

me and major tom

birthing the triptych
loving the other
through the guise of his ego
to bridges discovered
though the lad’s insane
when he sold the world
all were astounded
and propelled to the fold


the thin white duke
in his style and his shift
with his diamond dogs
he came down in the lift
drove on to saturday
to dance with john
while the spiders from mars
said thanks and so long


never followed paths that were laid before
never really listened to ground control
still he always laid me low
while his music turned me on
suffragette city’s on ferris wheels
strolling boots of cosmic steel
all the while my pulse unreal
and his music turned me on


me and major tom
coupl’ a kooks in bondage
me and major tom
we’re such pretty things
me and major tom
cement fix its andy warhol
me and major tom


did you know ziggy
was a friend of mine
when he moved to berlin
philadelphia cried
then he lodged with some friends
till he felt real low
until under pressure
he returned to the fold


every now and again
some young americans
find the bewlay brothers
an exotic blend
and when lady stardust
opens his eyes
all he hears is the sound
of rock n roll suicide


never followed paths that were laid before
never really listened to ground control
still he always laid me low
while his music turned me on
suffragette city’s on ferris wheels
strolling boots of cosmic steel
all the while my pulse unreal
and his music turned me on


me and major tom
vaselined tigers on the hunt
me and major tom
writing eight lined poem
me and major tom


more than five years gone
me and major tom
paris or hell, we’re still waiting