"The Next Day", el video censurado a David Bowie.

Mientras TVE recomienda a los parados que se acerquen a un altar a rezar para calmar la ansiedad, a los 66 años, el iluminado David Bowie sigue siendo un gran artista que sabe qué teclas pulsar de manera inteligente para provocar donde más duele, ¿quien no se ha imaginado a los capos del Vaticano en circunstancias similares?. Dirigido por la italiana Floria Sigismondi, con Gary Oldman y la bailarina Cotillard en los papeles principales, Bowie pone imágenes a la canción que abre "The Next Day".

Un muy buen video que todavía puede verse en VEVO. Lo dedico sentidamente a los actuales dirigentes de la televisión estatal que cada vez apestan un poco más, y de rebote a los aludidos directamente. Tu si que me quitas la ansiedad, bendito seas San Bowie!!!

Look into my eyes he tells her
I’m gonna say goodbye he says yea
Do not cry she begs of him goodbye yea
All that day she thinks of his love yea
They whip him through the streets and alleys there
The gormless and the baying crowd right there
They can’t get enough of that doomsday song
They can’t get enough of it all
Listen
Listen to the whores he tells her
He fashions paper sculptures of them
Then drags them to the river‘s bank in the cart
Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark
And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin
Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest
Here I amNot quite dying
My body left to rot in a hollow treeIts branches throwing shadows
On the gallows for me
And the next day
And the next
And another day
Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases
They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest
First they give you everything that you want
Then they take back everything that you have
They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees
They can work with satan while they dress like the saints
They know god exists for the devil told them so
They scream my name aloud down into the well below
Here I am
Not quite dying
My body left to rot in a hollow treeIts branches throwing shadows
On the gallows for me
And the next day
And the next
And another day