Beyond the music and the face and the voice and the fame and the money……….. are THE WORDS.

Molière said something about writing first for love, then for money. Like Prostitution.

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?

‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love (people on streets) dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

Songwriters: David Bowie / John Richard Deacon / Brian Harold May / Freddie Mercury / Roger Meddows Taylor

What happened to Joe, the struggling writer in Sunset Boulevard?

I LOVE this film. Gloria at her Finest :o)

P.S. He will always be Cecil B Demented to me!