David Bowie’s “Life on Mars?” released in 1971, is a mesmerizing and enigmatic song that showcases Bowie’s visionary songwriting and theatrical flair. Written by Bowie himself, the song’s surreal lyrics, sweeping orchestration, and emotive vocal performance have made it a timeless classic of the glam rock era.
About The Song
With its lush instrumentation and Bowie’s captivating vocals, “Life on Mars?” transports listeners to a dreamlike world where reality and fantasy blur together. The song’s thought-provoking lyrics explore themes of alienation, escapism, and the search for meaning in a chaotic world, inviting listeners to ponder the mysteries of existence.
Upon its release, “Life on Mars?” garnered widespread acclaim for its artistic ambition and experimental sound. Its evocative imagery and cryptic lyrics have inspired countless interpretations and cemented its status as one of David Bowie’s most iconic and enduring songs.
As we revisit “Life on Mars?,” we celebrate David Bowie’s unparalleled creativity and the lasting impact of this visionary masterpiece. Its haunting melody and thought-provoking lyrics continue to captivate audiences, reminding us of the power of music to transcend boundaries and ignite the imagination.
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It’s a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, “No”
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she’s lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
‘Cause Lennon’s on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
‘Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?