David Bowie; inmortal en su recuerdo

Creativo, vanguardista y transgresor, David Bowie, también conocido como el Duque Blanco o el Camaleón del Rock por su facilidad de adaptarse a las nuevas tendencias e incluso adelantarse a ellas, nos abandonó un 10 de enero del año 2016 tras una dura batalla contra el cáncer. Es uno de los británicos más respetados e influyentes de la historia del rock. Siempre extravagante, provocador y ambiguo en su imagen y música, el glam-rock, la electrónica experimental, o el dance-pop, algunos de los géneros por donde ha discurrido su música desde los años 60 hasta nuestros dias. Su particular voz, y su extraordinario talento lo han convertido en alguién único, genuino, y desde luego inmortal para el mundo de la música.

Su recuerdo siempre permanecerá vivo, con canciones como "Let's Dance", "Space Oddity", "Changes", "Fame", "China Girl", o "Young Americans", perteneciente a su etapa más cercana a lo que él llamaba Plastic soul, con las que comparto su recuerdo.
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Young Americans They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns "Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but CHORUS (SHE) All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" CHORUS (SHE) All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" CHORUS (HE) All night He wants the young American Young American, young American, he wants the young American All right He wants the young American Do you remember, your President Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday? Have you have been an un-American? Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression? Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? Well, it ain't that Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you have CHORUS (YOU) All night You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh boy) I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man you can say no more? And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry? CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times) All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American

Space Oddity Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills  and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown,  engines on Check ignition  and may God's love be with you [spoken] Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff This is Ground Control  to Major Tom You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it's time to leave the capsule  if you dare This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating  in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past  one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much  she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you.... Here am I floating  round my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do.