The Thin White Dandy
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Ashley Moore photo by Aris Jerome
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p4:/Blade Runner by Ludovic Taillandier
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So much sex appeal.
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pretty girl
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cuando me preguntan por que digo que Superman es mejor que Goku simplemente digo lee All Star Superman… por que el poder no se basa en cuanto mas destruyes si no en cuantas vidas puedes salvar y proteger
Amén.
siempre será reblogeada.
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Meow!
podría ser
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The Supermen | David Bowie
“The Supermen” is a song written by David Bowie in 1970 and released as the closing track on the album The Man Who Sold the World. It was one of a number of pieces on the album inspired by the works of literary figures such as Friedrich Nietzsche and H. P. Lovecraft.
The song has been cited as reflecting the influence of German Romanticism, its theme and lyrics referencing the apocalyptic visions of Friedrich Nietzsche and its prominent timpani part being likened to Richard Strauss’ Also Sprach Zarathustra. Bowie later said “I was still going through the thing when I was pretending that I understood Nietzsche… And I had tried to translate it into my own terms to understand it so ‘Supermen’ came out of that.” Critics have also seen the influence of H. P. Lovecraft’s stories of “dormant elder gods”.
According to Bowie himself the guitar riff was given to him by Jimmy Page when the latter, who was Shel Talmy’s session guitarist in the mid-1960s, played on one of Bowie’s early releases, “I Pity the Fool”. The riff was later used on another Bowie song, “Dead Man Walking”, from the Earthling album in 1997.
When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life
Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod cries
Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
A man would tear his brother’s flesh, a chance to die
To turn to mold.
Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod cries
Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod dies
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