David Bowie – My Top 100 Favorite Songs: 91

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I recently witnessed the biggest David Bowie fan I know count down his top 100 favorite songs. These were private posts, meant solely for his facebook family and friends. Something really cool happened over those 100 days.

I’d like to share that countdown with you. Read along, embark upon Niall Colgan’s personal journey while he narrates some of the most intimate aspects of his life with his undying passion for the art of David Bowie. The vid below is a short intro, scroll directly beneath to read the countdown.

Number 91: Cracked Actor

You sold me illusions for a sack full of checks…

By October 1972 Bowie had attained the heights he’d always dreamed of. He’d fully immersed himself in Ziggy Stardust, including the lavish lifestyle which accompanied.  During a stay in Los Angeles and at the urging of manager Tony Defries, Bowie threw a 2 week party at the 5 star Beverley Hills Hotel, for his entire band, staff and entourage.  Ego drove him to indulge every excess while his manager encouraged him to spend extravagantly, more than Bowie could afford.  The excesses of L.A. suited Ziggy well enough for Bowie to take up residence there, during the fall 1973.  This would be where Bowie’s life would eventually spiral downwards into utter chaos and self-destruction.
Cracked Actor was written during this debauched 2 week period.  The lyrics suggest Bowie saw himself as the character headed towards a destructive path that washed up so many before him; he sings his fear of what he knew lay ahead for him. Heartbreak tales of has-been actors, musicians,and celebrities littered the entire landscape of his newly adopted home; he feared becoming the next casualty. The song served both as an desolate observation and cautionary tale to a man hell-bent on becoming the next cracked actor.
I’m stiff on my legend, the films that I made, forget that I’m fifty cause you just got paid
Gratification doesn’t come from within in Hollywood, it is purchased with one’s very life.
 
You sold me illusions for a sack full of checks …
Bowie knew what he was buying. Sobriety has taught me that it’s not important to be important. Believing the words of those with their hands in your wallet will lead to certain poverty, in every sense.

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Cracked Actor

I’ve come on a few years from my Hollywood Highs
The best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had

I’m stiff on my legend,
The films that I made
Forget that I’m fifty
‘Cause you just got paid

Crack, baby, crack,
Show me you’re real
Smack, baby, smack, is that all that you feel
Suck, baby, suck,
Give me your head
Before you start professing
That you’re knocking me dead
Oh, stay, please stay, please stay
You caught yourself a trick down
On Sunset and Vine
But since he pinned you baby
You’re a porcupine

You sold me illusions for a sack full of checks
You’ve made a bad connection ’cause I just want your sex

Crack, baby, crack,
Show me you’re real
Smack, baby, smack, is that all that you feel
Suck, baby, suck,
Give me your head
Before you start professing
That you’re knocking me dead
Oh, hey,
Uh, stay for a day, oh yeah
Don’t you dare
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

Written by David Bowie • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC, Tintoretto Music