Bowie

Cut Up.

You ought to Single out the people you’ll share vinyl with

The ones you’ll dance around your kitchen when you can

Listening to albums in a house with no grown-ups

Dyeing your hair to stand in the drizzle down town

our clothes are feeling elegant when we come home from school

looking 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