David Bowie rehearsing ‘I Would Be Your Slave’, with Tony Visconti and the
Scorchio Quartet, for the Tibet House Benefit at Carnegie Hall back in February.
You show respect…
In the fifth instalment of The Heathen Journals, David pays his respect to the Scorchio Quartet, Neil Young, Charles Michael Kitridge Thompson IV, aka Black Francis of The Pixies (or indeed, Frank Black as he’s better known these days), and Norman Carl Odam, aka The Legendary Stardust Cowboy.
In celebration of David’s version of ‘Cactus’, we have posted the lyrics to this classic Pixies’ song below.
Total Blam Blam – (European Correspondent)
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Cactus (Black Francis)
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin’ and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn’t mean you’re not dead
Just run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn’t mean you’re not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you di yi yi yi yine
D -A -V -I -D
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe ’em on your dress and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
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