When we learned, in the wee hours of this morning, that David Bowie had passed away, my girlfriend and I cuddled up on our couch and spent several hours paying homage by scouring YouTube, listening to our favorite songs. There were definitely some damp cheeks in our apartment as we stayed up well past five in the morning, celebrating the life of a musician we both love as if we knew him personally.

I knew I wanted to write something about David Bowie today. I felt like I had to, really. But do I tell a personal story? Do I talk about how Ziggy is my default go-to song that I simply must play every time I tune a guitar, to be sure I got it right? Do I share my personal memories, the defining moments of my life that David Bowie unknowingly wrote the soundtrack for?

In the end, I decided to keep it simple. I’m going to share the lyrics to one of my all-time favorite songs, by David Bowie or anyone else. I first heard the song Quicksand well before I was a teenager, and it’s been with me my entire life. It was the first song I needed to listen to when I learned he’d passed away, and it’s a song that’s been on repeat for me all day.

Quicksand – David Bowie

I’m closer to the golden dawn,
Immersed in Crowley’s uniform of imagery
I’m living in a silent film,
Portraying Himmler’s sacred realm of dream reality
I’m frightened by the total goal,
Drawing to the ragged hole…
And I ain’t got the power, anymore…
No I ain’t got the power anymore…

I’m the twisted name on Garbo’s eyes,
Living proof of Churchill’s lies,
I’m destiny
I’m torn between the light and dark,
Where others see their target’s
divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper’s fang?
Or herald loud the death of man?
I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought,
And I ain’t got the power anymore…

Don’t believe in yourself…
Don’t deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death’s release

I’m not a prophet or a stone-aged man,
Just a mortal with the potential of a Superman
I’m living on…
I’m tethered to the logic of homo sapien,
Can’t take my eyes from the great salvation
of bullshit faith…
If I don’t explain what you ought to know,
you can tell me all about it on the next Bardo…
I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought,
And I ain’t got the power anymore…
Don’t believe in yourself…
Don’t deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death’s release

Photo by Marc Wathieu



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