TUNDRANAUTICA

I posit that “Strangers When We Meet” is a pretty great and under-appreciated David Bowie song, particularly the version that appears on his album Outside.

Have a listen, by god.

All my friends

Now seem so thin and frail

Slinky secrets

Hotter than the sun

No peachy prayers

No trendy rechauffe

I’m with you

So I can’t go on

———

All my violence

Raining tears upon the sheet

I’m bewildered/resentful

For we’re strangers when we meet

———

Blank screen TV

Preening ourselves in the snow

Forget my name

But I’m over you

Blended sunrise

And it’s a dying world

Humming Rheingold

We scavenge up our clothes

———

Cold tired fingers

Tapping out your memories

Halfway sadness

Dazzled by the new

Your embrace

Was all that I feared

That whirling room

We trade by vendu

———

Steely resolve

Is falling from me

My poor soul

All bruised passivity

All your regrets

Ride roughshod over me

I’m so glad

That we’re strangers when we meet

I’m so thankful

That we’re strangers when we meet

I’m in clover

For we’re strangers when we meet

Heel head over

And we’re strangers when we meet

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