Outside, the earthling waits for hours tonight,
His diamond dogs snarling at the tin machine,
As the lodger checks the profile of another face,
Are these heroes just images, on the silver screen?
At Santa Monica the London boy shares his stage,
The collection of sound and vision reaches all saints,
VH1 storytellers report on the golden years and
The next day, the man who sold the world just faints.
All because the space oddity of this starman,
Reveals prime cuts of the rarest glass spider,
From station to station young Americans flee
The rock concert as scary monsters spread wider,
This rare superstar had never let me down before,
But now the singles collection of the rarest one,
Turned the musical storyland into rock reflections,
As the chameleon showed a second face from early on.
Aladdin sane took a reality tour and said let's dance,
But the heathen brought ziggy stardust to an all time low,
News at the Beeb spoke of changes, two fashions,
So La Grande Storia Del Rock had nowhere to go,
The gospel according to the dream anthology
Showed black tie white noise with fame and fashion,
As the tin machine II opened by the iSelect button,
A new starting point for the platinum collection passion.
The rarest series from a new club with changes,
With pin ups who will love you till Tuesday night,
And the best of "Die Weisse Serie" in German is
The world of the best deluxe and changes one zeit!
With the tin machine live we saw the rise and fall of
Ziggy stardust and the Spiders from mars, now hunky dory,
It was always David live and nothing has changed,
It's the Buddha of Suburbia's secret songs, in a labyrinth story.
And the everlasting, influential impact, of just one man.