David Bowie The Supermen
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 chained to life. Strange games they would play then No death for the perfect men Life rolls into one of 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 slumber Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold Man would tear his brothers 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(second time dies)
