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metacosmos

Bowie the experimental musician , the cabaret singer...with the piano of "Life on mars".

JonMatt62

Been a bowie freak since 1975.. I'm now 52....this haunting love song to NYC is one of his best and the stylophone coda always gets me choked up for some reason. Thank you for all the brilliant music, David.

daniela gori

Buongiorno 

Lada Sophie

*DAVID BOWIE*~~~ *Slip Away*

Deedeethekingofqns

"Slip Away", and how - I can remember watching Uncle Floyd and his pals on a little black and white TV in my friend's kitchen while his mom made dinner for us, came on either before or after Speed Racer or Green Acres, can't remember the order anymore. Soon we all had pictures on the wall, mine was Godzilla.And I can not remember how or when or why that regular must -see TV time ended, the memory is vivid, but somehow those days, and those guys, and that old TV, and the show did just slip away.About 100 years later, around 2005 or so, my beloved and I went to the Fort Lee arts and music fair, and old Floyd was hosting, and I was thrilled - she said something like You know that crazy guy? I ran back to our apartment and got my UF show DVD and a sharpie and Floyd kindly signed the case for me.About 3 years after that, my beloved slipped away from me as well - Actually she more like told me to slip away or slide away, or crawl, moonwalk, fade away, etc.- far away, but quick-like and hastily, and forget the way back. That one I remember clearly and vividly like it happened 5 minutes ago,

vickie garner

*My favorite memory of Bowie's* "Slip Away" is of walking my Golden Retriever, Betty, at the college during a gathering blizzard. Dumb to be out, much less miles from home, pausing to walk in a blizzard. But, we enjoyed such things, Betty and I. She was an all-weather dog, and I like the sensations of being in the storm. The song is nostalgic, bittersweet. A meditation on age, aging, and a past lost, with memory the last tender tether to anything that might matter. The night before the storm the partner (now husband) had been talking about work. At that time he worked with dementia patients. That day, shoulders hunched, head down against the wind and stinging snow, Betty and I trudged through the snow, ear buds plugged into my head, and the song began. The opening tones created a vision of a saline solution drip, salty water falling into a length of tubing that ended in a thin-skinned and bony arm. The partner's work, the song, my imagination and the weather combining to create a fiction. Based in somebody's reality.The street lamps were mere gray/white halos. Visible only within 20 feet or so. "They slip away." I imagined monsters in the storm. Just out of sight. I shivered. At my inner visions, not the cold. I was protected from the cold. Monsters? I imagined that they come out only during storms like that one. Waiting under the earth, and squished into eaves and trees. Awaiting the change of pressure. The skyfall. Then, they increase. Flex. Inhale. Open eyes and more fearsome orifices. Lumbering or lurching into the gathering gloom. Hungry.As I imagined all of this a small female student in a hurry trudged right into my chest (creating a sense memory of 9/11 and a similar situation in Lower Manhattan that day). She was likely hurrying to her dorm, or maybe to a dining hall. She screeched a bit at the unexpected impact. (More sense memory.) Before I could speak, she quickly detoured around me and hurried away. Soon lost to my sight in the dense atmosphere. (Cap to sense memory, situation almost perfectly recreated.)I stood, head turned in her direction. I looked at Betty. She had her head turned into the wind, eyes closed, ears fluttering in the wind. Gathering scents. Then she dipped her head and tasted the snow. I smiled.All along. The need to go out into the storm. To feel it. To experience it. To be alive in a way offered only in the extremity. To feed on it. I was the monster in the storm. Me and a dog named Betty."Slip Away"by David Bowie, *Heathen* (2002)Oogie waits for just another day Drags his bones to see the Yankees play Bones Boy talks and flickers grayOh, they slip away Once a time they nearly might have beenBones and Oogie on a silver screen No one knew what they could do Except for me and youThey slip away They slip away Don't forget to keep your head warm Twinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you are Sailing over Coney Island Twinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd We were dumb, but you were fun, boy How I wonder where you are Oogie knew there's never ever timeSome of us will always stay behindDown in space it's always 1982 The joke we always knew What'sa matter with youCome on, let's goSlip away Don't forget to keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you areSailing over Coney IslandTwinkle twinkle, Uncle FloydWe were dumb, but you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you are.//

Marie Mosley

*My favorite memory of Bowie's* "Slip Away" is of walking my Golden Retriever, Betty, at the college during a gathering blizzard. Dumb to be out, much less miles from home, pausing to walk in a blizzard. But, we enjoyed such things, Betty and I. She was an all-weather dog, and I like the sensations of being in the storm. The song is nostalgic, bittersweet. A meditation on age, aging, and a past lost, with memory the last tender tether to anything that might matter. The night before the storm the partner (now husband) had been talking about work. At that time he worked with dementia patients. That day, shoulders hunched, head down against the wind and stinging snow, Betty and I trudged through the snow, ear buds plugged into my head, and the song began. The opening tones created a vision of a saline solution drip, salty water falling into a length of tubing that ended in a thin-skinned and bony arm. The partner's work, the song, my imagination and the weather combining to create a fiction. Based in somebody's reality.The street lamps were mere gray/white halos. Visible only within 20 feet or so. "They slip away." I imagined monsters in the storm. Just out of sight. I shivered. At my inner visions, not the cold. I was protected from the cold. Monsters? I imagined that they come out only during storms like that one. Waiting under the earth, and squished into eaves and trees. Awaiting the change of pressure. The skyfall. Then, they increase. Flex. Inhale. Open eyes and more fearsome orifices. Lumbering or lurching into the gathering gloom. Hungry.As I imagined all of this a small female student in a hurry trudged right into my chest (creating a sense memory of 9/11 and a similar situation in Lower Manhattan that day). She was likely hurrying to her dorm, or maybe to a dining hall. She screeched a bit at the unexpected impact. (More sense memory.) Before I could speak, she quickly detoured around me and hurried away. Soon lost to my sight in the dense atmosphere. (Cap to sense memory, situation almost perfectly recreated.)I stood, head turned in her direction. I looked at Betty. She had her head turned into the wind, eyes closed, ears fluttering in the wind. Gathering scents. Then she dipped her head and tasted the snow. I smiled.All along. The need to go out into the storm. To feel it. To experience it. To be alive in a way offered only in the extremity. To feed on it. I was the monster in the storm. Me and a dog named Betty."Slip Away"by David Bowie, *Heathen* (2002)Oogie waits for just another day Drags his bones to see the Yankees play Bones Boy talks and flickers grayOh, they slip away Once a time they nearly might have beenBones and Oogie on a silver screen No one knew what they could do Except for me and youThey slip away They slip away Don't forget to keep your head warm Twinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you are Sailing over Coney Island Twinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd We were dumb, but you were fun, boy How I wonder where you are Oogie knew there's never ever timeSome of us will always stay behindDown in space it's always 1982 The joke we always knew What'sa matter with youCome on, let's goSlip away Don't forget to keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you areSailing over Coney IslandTwinkle twinkle, Uncle FloydWe were dumb, but you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you are.//

Alvin Stearns

*My favorite memory of Bowie's* "Slip Away" is of walking my Golden Retriever, Betty, at the college during a gathering blizzard. Dumb to be out, much less miles from home, pausing to walk in a blizzard. But, we enjoyed such things, Betty and I. She was an all-weather dog, and I like the sensations of being in the storm. The song is nostalgic, bittersweet. A meditation on age, aging, and a past lost, with memory the last tender tether to anything that might matter. The night before the storm the partner (now husband) had been talking about work. At that time he worked with dementia patients. That day, shoulders hunched, head down against the wind and stinging snow, Betty and I trudged through the snow, ear buds plugged into my head, and the song began. The opening tones created a vision of a saline solution drip, salty water falling into a length of tubing that ended in a thin-skinned and bony arm. The partner's work, the song, my imagination and the weather combining to create a fiction. Based in somebody's reality.The street lamps were mere gray/white halos. Visible only within 20 feet or so. "They slip away." I imagined monsters in the storm. Just out of sight. I shivered. At my inner visions, not the cold. I was protected from the cold. Monsters? I imagined that they come out only during storms like that one. Waiting under the earth, and squished into eaves and trees. Awaiting the change of pressure. The skyfall. Then, they increase. Flex. Inhale. Open eyes and more fearsome orifices. Lumbering or lurching into the gathering gloom. Hungry.As I imagined all of this a small female student in a hurry trudged right into my chest (creating a sense memory of 9/11 and a similar situation in Lower Manhattan that day). She was likely hurrying to her dorm, or maybe to a dining hall. She screeched a bit at the unexpected impact. (More sense memory.) Before I could speak, she quickly detoured around me and hurried away. Soon lost to my sight in the dense atmosphere. (Cap to sense memory, situation almost perfectly recreated.)I stood, head turned in her direction. I looked at Betty. She had her head turned into the wind, eyes closed, ears fluttering in the wind. Gathering scents. Then she dipped her head and tasted the snow. I smiled.All along. The need to go out into the storm. To feel it. To experience it. To be alive in a way offered only in the extremity. To feed on it. I was the monster in the storm. Me and a dog named Betty."Slip Away"by David Bowie, *Heathen* (2002)Oogie waits for just another day Drags his bones to see the Yankees play Bones Boy talks and flickers grayOh, they slip away Once a time they nearly might have beenBones and Oogie on a silver screen No one knew what they could do Except for me and youThey slip away They slip away Don't forget to keep your head warm Twinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you are Sailing over Coney Island Twinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd We were dumb, but you were fun, boy How I wonder where you are Oogie knew there's never ever timeSome of us will always stay behindDown in space it's always 1982 The joke we always knew What'sa matter with youCome on, let's goSlip away Don't forget to keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle, Uncle Floyd Watching all the world And war torn How I wonder where you areSailing over Coney IslandTwinkle twinkle, Uncle FloydWe were dumb, but you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you are.//

toe tag

how I wonder where you are ? 

Ellethekitty.ca Michelle

Old time bowiephile, just getting introduced to the 90s stuff now. I really like this one...

Karl James

shit quality

xXScarletGmodXx

i love the song

volgie56

Might have been born & raised in the UK, but a New Yorker through & through..

volgie56

Uncle Floyd, the N Y Yankees & Coney Island.....CAN'T BEAT IT

Greig Smith

this is sole music, but there still 2 more parts David Spirit is GOD given if you let GOD release his Spirit in your music , and you it will never slip away , love this song, JESUS LOVES YOU

alexander christen

Last great album he made 

Emily entendre

there is no devil, one of my fav bowie quotes 

GKOBE

Man, how i love this album!!!

max field

knowing the inspiration doesnt take away from the melancholic delivery - as if Major Tom returned as a ghost, it ends as if in a carnivaliduring the early morning

vic firth

hi...thanks a lot for explaining it to me and thanks you very much for your kindness song man..

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