David Bowie (8 January 1947 – 10 January 2016) released I’d Rather Be High in 2013. The song tells a story about a traumatised soldier back from war.
Lyrics
Nabokov is sun-licked now Upon the beach at Grunewald Brilliant and naked just The way that authors look
Clare and Lady Manners drink Until the other cows go home Gossip till their lips are bleeding Politics and all
I’d rather be high I’d rather be flying I’d rather be dead Or out of my head Than training these guns on those men in the sand I’d rather be high
The Thames was black, the tower dark I flew to Cairo, find my regiment City’s full of generals And generals full of shit
I stumble to the graveyard and I Lay down by my parents, whisper Just remember duckies Everybody gets got
I’d rather be high I’d rather be flying I’d rather be dead Or out of my head Than training these guns on those men in the sand I’d rather be high
I’m seventeen my looks can prove it I’m so afraid that I will lose it I’d rather smoke and phone my ex Be pleading for some teenage sex Yeah
I’d rather be high I’d rather be flying I’d rather be dead Or out of my head Than training these guns on the men in the sand I’d rather be high I’d rather be high
11 Jan 2016
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