what a legacy
David bowie

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what a legacy
David bowie
When I Live My Dream (1967)
Il 12 agosto del 1985 David Bowie e Mick Jagger pubblicano il singolo "Dancing In The Streets" (cover del brano portato al successo da Martha And The Vandellas nel 1964), un duetto “creato” per il Live Aid del 1985.
Tin Machine
Video Crime (1989)
David Bowie - Let's Dance / Blue Face Koi Scopas Tang (Zebrasoma scopas)
David Bowie at the Forum, Los Angeles - Serious Moonlight tour - August 14th, 1983
Tonight on TALES FROM THE HYPER-CYLE: EP 3
★ episode 1 ★ episode 2 (bowiebible.tumblr.com has been fully fixed of Nathan Adler's bugs, we welcome you to enjoy Temple HQ's theme, tags list, and FAQ on desktop xo - Thursday's Child)
Welcome new Temple members, @charlottetheharlottt !! & @sugar-magnolia-kahlide (bowie sideblog: @ziggette2) xo
EPISODE 3 - TALES FROM THE HYPER-CYCLE The Door to the Labyrinth has stopped making noise... There are five heads now staring in silence, waiting. The first three argue incessantly with the newcomers that there were crashes, flashes, and bangs mere moments ago. Inside, the Priestesses experiment with Kirlian photography, trying to take their mind off the.... incident with the Radio. It's all they can think about. The things they've seen, the sounds they've heard, the messages from the dark.
Thursday's Child (ISOLAR II): I just really want them to take it well... I don't know... I know there must be others from the Outside like us... when we let this Technology out, they'll either get it, or they won't. Little Wonder (ISOLAR I): Don't worry, think about how we met. We simply have to Run the Maze as we always have. The transmission finds the transition. We don't have to worry about that. All we have to do is be the Live Wire. Thursday's Child: And the Fuel Line. Little Wonder: Ashes to Ashes ★ Thursday's Child: Funk to Funky ☆
ISOLAR I and II embrace hands, their Acolyte brand forming the seal of the Sailor - it has been a long 25 years, and many of them spent alone like Sons of the Silent Age. It had been miracle enough that Thursday's Child and Little Wonder's quantum particles had entangled within the Maze at the behest of The Minotaur. The duality of the divine and devilish diamond dogs. They guard the Castle at the Center like a two-headed Wolf. Little Wonder you must best her riddles and step within her inky machinations, wit and charm will take you far. "Thursday's Child is full of woe" perhaps, but they are also full of teeth. Together they balance each other out, two Sphinxes of the Chariot. Two Komodo Dragons with chanfrons of gold.
At the Door to the Labyrinth lies an Unstoppable Force.... and an Immovable Object. Yet they are not cold in heart, for they know Love is the Answer. Well, you can't just go yelling Dodecahedron in the street! Come inside, meet the missus! ✰ The esoteric embrace of the High Priestesses, united by trial in fire, causes a reaction in the gravitational field. The now unplugged oscilloscope and dead Radio box spring to life, whirring with feedback, risking to blow from the power surge. Their hair is standing on end, they hold hands tightly and stare into each other's blown pupils with wild abandon, too scared to hold on, too scared to let go. The sound of downed powerlines cracking like whips rattles the Door, the 5 onlookers jolt back on their heels. Sparks skitter like beetles under the door frame and steam kettles out of the key hole. As the surge fades, another sound chimes in. The Radio. The two Priestesses snap their heads to viddy it, white knuckling all over again. "Baby, I've been... breaking glass in your room again. Listen..." Two beakers drop from their ring stands on the lab slab. The Earthling and Never Let Me Down beakers, to be precise. Fuck. It took them ages to get Seven_Years_In_Tibet.titrant into the Earthling.analyte. The Priestesses yelp. Little Wonder runs over to the slab. Thursday's child runs to look at the Radio's antenna (summoned by Temple☆Tech's entropic transmutation). "Listen... Listen... Listen..." the radio began to skip again. Another sound began to ring from the machines. The Priestesses have really done it, this time. Oh, Christ!
DON'T TOUCH THAT TVC15! Call 1-800-STA-RMAN today or ask an ISOLAR Priestess how YOU can Step into the Labyrinth! ☆ THIS MESSAGE BROUGHT TO YOU BY: THE TEMPLE OF THE BLACKSTAR ☆
(I'll soon be making an updated/better formatted pinned post for quick reference to all the Temple HQ resources ✶ xo Thursday's Child)