In "Heroes," he sings of an impossible love and longing that simultaneously feels intimate and relatable. You could find a kinship in his strangeness - his performances as the androgynous alien Ziggy Stardust and his turn as the Goblin King in Labyrinth spoke to our inner weirdos. Through both his music and his very existence, Bowie had the power to make you feel like you weren't in this world alone. funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes.A huge part of David Bowie's legacy is empathy. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. But only when I got out of depression, did I realize the meaning of this song and why it had such a connection to me. Music was the only thing that made me feel better. I listened to it extensively when my life was at it's worst. I know queen did another song on suicide, but this is my interpretation, and the lyrics line up pretty good I think. Or perhaps the person has decided that they are no longer under pressure (depression) and that there is just pressure in the world. I think this is the moment someone is on the verge of killing themselves, but it seems ambiguous to me whether or not they go through with it. (Ever hear the expression no one can change you but you?) But only you can change your outlook on life. Or the last time you have ever felt happiness. The last time you see someone before they kill themselves. Love for others dares you to care about yourself. Love for other people makes you reach out for people on the edge of the night Night means death or suicide. The people on the (People on streets) edge of the nightĪnd loves (People on streets) dares you to change our way of Love is something that isn't common anymore. Love is something old fashioned because we haven't felt it in a long time. "'Cause love's such an old fashioned word" Why can't we give love of ourselves, others, and life another chance? People keep trying to help us, and we keep trying to help ourselves, but Insanity (depression) laughs as we're breaking. I think "love" means "love of self" in some ways. Why can't we give love give love give love give love" Why can't we give love that one more chance Trying to connect to a person with depression with love, but your love you try to give them just ends up getting mutilated by their world. Or doing nothing didn't work in saving someone from suicide.
So you do nothing, but it's not working in making you feel better. Siting on the fence is no knowing what to do. Trying to ignore the horror of the world. Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn" "Turned away from it all like a blind man
It's really raining, but you think it's pouring. Suicide by gun to the head and depression because everything seems worse than it really is. These are the days it never rains but it pours" "Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor Again pressure of life effects everyone "people on streets". Always hoping you can get out of this rut. Of a friend try to kill themselves.Īlways hoping tomorrow will make you feel better. The repeating of "under pressure" throughout the song is the constant bombardment of stress and pressure in life. This means the pressure of life effects everyone. It seems to switch back and forth between someone dealing with depression, and a friend watching them deal with it. I think this song is about depression and suicide. Give love, give love, give love, give love? Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love Why can't we give love that one more chance? Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking Keep comin' up with love but it's so slashed and torn Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out" It's the terror of knowing what this world is about People on streets, ee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da These are the days it never rains but it pours
Watchin' some good friends screamin', "Let me out"Ĭhippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor That's the terror of knowing what this world is about Splits a family in two, puts people on streets Under pressure that brings a building down
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