Beast of Burden
Ive long suspected it, but it seems that beneath your warped, decrepit, borderline sociopathic exterior, there is... ...nothing. Malign accretions orbiting a void. A gyre of the self.
Jenks, this is why it got like Lady Di. Who are you to say I shouldn't criticise what I consider to be an absurd, extravagant, weird response to the death of somebody who made a bunch of objectively good albums in the space of one decade?
To me, your post is two batches of sickly gloop. That might offend you (I can't see why), you will disagree (fine), but I feel no reason to not say it. I mean, I was upset when Ingrid Pitt died, but who gives a shit? Why should anyone?
Mainly, I can't get with all this 'preciousness' for a rock and roll star, a supposed transgressive and radical. Your post wast too precious for my taste.
Blackstar's lyrically atrocious though. Its like he heard Scott Walker talking about how kids say "BISH" for 'bitch' (WHICH NEVER HAS HAPPENED EVER), and did a whole album of fake AAVE. So much weird lyrics trying to sound like hip dialog, probably heard To Pimp A Butterfly and lost the plot, but bless him.
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You looking like an easy come up, ya bish
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue