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The Nobody People
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars 1972

Cara Losier Chanoine

I’m a mama-papa who gave his life
to save the slogan,
and I’m busting up my brains
for the words
so I can play its wild mutation.
That weren’t no dj,
that was hazy, cosmic jive
so keep your electric eye on me
while you’re praying
to the light machine.

I’m a funky-thigh collector,
religiously unkind,
but the bitter comes out better
on a stolen guitar.
I’ll be a rock n rollin bitch
for you,
like a leper messiah,
while you think about all the strange things
circulating round.

Boys stood upon chairs,
so inviting,
so enticing to play the part.
I gotta straighten my face,
but idiot love will spark the fusion,
sweeping over cross and baby
and all the nobody people
with five years left to cry in.

It ain’t easy to get your helping,
it ain’t easy going down,
and I’m so wiped out with things as they are,
and all the knives seem to lacerate my brain,
and all the clocks wait so patiently on my song,
but time takes a cigarette, puts it in my mouth
instead.

The wall to wall is calling
from the inside,
a tongue-twisting storm,
and brakes are snarling
to put my spine out of place,
and I’m busting up my brains
to give my life for the slogan,
and the clock waits so patientlyÉ

but when you’ve lived too long,
you just let the mild floats
ride your mind
until she calls you from the inside.
Until the mothers stop sighing.



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