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Influence and Anger

A Boy picks up a magazine that lays upon the floor
He walks into his bedroom and quietly shuts his door

A fascination came over him as he began to look and read
What lay before him was very strange indeed

A Man on stage wore boxing boots in a cat suit from Japan
A cigarette between his lips, Guitar held in his hand

So born to me was Ziggy, but little did I know
That all the "highs" in life are battered down below

The strikes of ‘72, the winter of discontent
Mates at School are bullies saying Ziggys bent

The Radio was playing "Starman" on T.V "Lost in space"
Smiths selling N.M.E displaying Ziggys face

A phobia of spiders a star sign ruled by Mars
A fear of flying in a plane or travelling in fast cars

Loving all the music didn’t seem enough
Buying every poster and paraphernalia stuff

‘72 became ‘73 things seemed altogether
Life was about to change, changing now forever

Platform boots and make-up, red hair everywhere
Ziggy is in fashion looking debonnaire

Saturday May the twelfth nineteen seventy three
All my dreams came true that night as Ziggy played to me

I gazed amazed bewildered breathless in silent awe
Hairs on my neck stand up as eighteen thousand roar

No phobia of these Spiders, Mick Ronson and his band
You know I think your wonderful shouting "gimme your hand"

Earls Court just exploding out into the street
Tired legs are dragging, dragging tired feet

The last train leaves the platform now I’m homeward bound
Beneath the streets of London on the underground

My Father waited up for me that I will never forget
I wish my Father had taken me that I will always regret

The alien intruder, naked to the eye
Came and took my Father before his time to die

Influence and anger driving next to me
Teenage tears and heartache outside the Cemetery

I felt so lonely for the first time in my life
Thinking that my Father would never see my Wife

The freedom of tranquillity made me leave my bed
I cut my hair in spikes and dyed it pillar-box red

A forty one year old teenager and his teenage son
New York City summer in Millennium fun

Dancing at the Roseland, love is in the air
All these Bowie people, they don’t fucking care

Here are they and here is thee strut across the stage
Stardust babies staring feeling half their age

Legends live forever the legends of your mind
Memories of my youth and the solace that I find

Russell Phillips (28 November 2000)

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