Song of the Day - My Death by David Bowie

It's quite eerie listening to Bowie sing My Death now that he has passed away.

What you don't hear in this video is his introduction wherein he explains that the band doesn't play this song anymore, but being that this was the last show of the tour, it was an apt song to play, as it was also the end of Ziggy Stardust. As a matter of fact, he ended the show with the song Rock N Roll Suicide, another amazing track from the Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars album.

I fell in love with My Death the first time I heard it. So much so that I learned how to play it on the guitar and learned all the chords too. Naturally, I played it in my basement maybe 100 times but could never sing it well. First, I was never a singer, and even when I learned how to carry a tune, I could never quite reach these notes. Second, I could never even get the air to belt out the notes to match the intensity of the vocals.

Nonetheless, I will always love this song, as well as Bowie! Rest in peace man, hoping to meet you in the great gig in the sky one day!

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 drink to 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