Bowie

Cut Up.
You ought to Single out the people you’ll share vinyl withThe ones you’ll dance around your kitchen when you can
Listening to albums in a house with no grown-upsDyeing your hair to stand in the drizzle down town our clothes are feeling elegant when we come home from schoollooking for bootleg tapes, from your glamorous older sister now they are finite as you get older It's the only thing he never was before
There’s gnomic laughter at the changes we never managed, the people we haven't been yet and there’s no telling who you'll be friends with but keep on making good work be massively symbolic with your homemade covers, your lousy sound, your giddy crowd noise but the weirdest thing will be feeling like an outtake