The bravest thing David Bowie ever did was to go on stage after Queen at Live Aid.

Written in pain, written in aweBy a puzzled man who questionedWhat we were here for

Bowie talks in great, voluble torrents, darting from one topic to the next, parenthesizing and then parenthesizing the parentheses, as if he has too many ideas for one conversation.

And you,You can be meanAnd I,I'll drink all the time'Cause we're lovers,And that is a factYes we're lovers,And that is that