Guy Fournier - Defecating ecstacy

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Guy Fournier did a strange thing on Canadien radio last week, he claimed that defecating was more enjoyable at his age than sex. For that, his career is dead. But, the bigger picture to me is I think I’d rather be dead than enjoy a poop more than a poke. My opinion may change over time, but at this time, I’m serious. However, the more important thing and why Guy is featured here is because his entire episode brought back memories of one of the best written songs Bowie ever did. It got very little attention at the time, but it’s a hell of a song. Per the norm of the Diamond Dogs era, the lyrics are incredible. Let’s look, shall we? From We Are The Dead:

Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today

We’re taking it hard all the time
Why don’t we pass it by?
Just reply, you’ve changed your mind
We’re fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard

Yet now, We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
They tell me “Son, we want you, be elusive, but don’t walk far”
For we’re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For you’re dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You’re just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said
We are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we’d laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it’s right, knowing it’s right

Now I’m hoping someone will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care

But now, we’re today’s scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow’s double feature
Heaven’s on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It’s a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of press men
Bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains are drawn ’round Baby Bankrupt
Who sucks you while you’re sleeping
It’s the theater of financiers
Count them, fifty ’round a table
White and dressed to kill

Oh caress yourself, my juicy
For my hands have all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead

This was Bowie painting his vision of Orwell’s 1984. If you read Orwell’s book, it has NOTHING on this nightmare.

A lot of my gripes with today’s music is it lacks imagination and musical creativity. We Are The Dead is exactly the stuff I miss. It’s slow, it’s complicated, the words paint a vision that is easy to see, you definitely can not dance to it, and, to understand it, you not only have to listen carefully to the words, you might even have to whip out a dictionary and do some research. This is a thinking man’s song only. Somehow, for some strange reason, I think it is a song Guy Fournier’s listened to.

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    1. mary Squawked:
      September 22nd, 2006 at 11:35 am

      Bowie is so much more than
      a singer. His song lyrics
      are poetry ,theater and a
      whole fiction novel in a
      short space. that is what is lacking in most of today’s music.

    2. Moonage Squawked:
      September 22nd, 2006 at 2:06 pm

      I think I have either said that here, or on one of my other blogs. I like story tellers, my own life is usually more interesting than most of the stuff people sing about today. As far as love songs go, I could care less that some teen girl has been done wrong by her ex-boyfriend. All she’s saying is she hasn’t grown up. BORING! Give me a song about aliens, futuristic visions, descriptions of things I don’t know about. Then, I’ll listen to that song for 30 years. You’d think SOMEONE would have learned the lessons of the great song writers of the 60’s and 70’s.

      ( If anyone is aware of performers possessing that talent, PLEASE let me know! )

    3. Londonboy Squawked:
      September 24th, 2006 at 7:53 am

      I have said before to you that DD is my face Bowie album but also ‘We are The Dead’ often tops it as best song on the album for me. It varies as you can appreciate.

      This is such a twisted nightmarish love song. Play it loud in the dark . The lyrics are fascinating and the hook to the song is unforgiving. Love it.

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