I’d rather be high
I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I’d rather be high
I'd Rather Be High by David Bowie

Bowie would rather be stoned, dead, or in the looney bin than deal with the blood and gore of war.

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Upon the beach at Grunewald I'd Rather Be High by David Bowie

Grunewald is a quarter of Berlin, a setting of several Bowie records.

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Sun-licked I'd Rather Be High by David Bowie

Sunburned

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Nabokov I'd Rather Be High by David Bowie

Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov was a Russian-American novelist known for his intricate word play and synesthetic detail that characterised all his works, including his masterpiece Lolita.

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The gormless and the baying crowd right there The Next Day by David Bowie

The crowd is rather angry and riotous, and seems to enjoy the agony this young man is going through.

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When you betray me
Betray me with a kiss
Damn you
I've never stayed up as late as this
Come Back From San Francisco by The Magnetic Fields

Merritt, to his ex-lover: “If you’re going to break my heart, can you at least kiss me before you go?”

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Should pretty boys in discos
Distract you from your novel
Come Back From San Francisco by The Magnetic Fields

Surprisingly there are still quite a few discos in San Francisco.

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You need me like the wind needs the trees to blow in
Like the moon needs poetry
You need me
Come Back From San Francisco by The Magnetic Fields

Stephin Merritt at his most sardonically ironic: The wind doesn’t need the trees, the trees need the wind. The moon doesn’t need poetry, poets needs the moon so that they have something to write about. And the boy doesn’t need the narrator, the narrator needs the boy. ‘Tis a tale of unrequited love.

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Tears burning me
Tears burning me in my eyes
Hear My Train A Comin' by Jimi Hendrix

But do they burn like Hendrix’s guitar at Monterey in 1967?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4QghNBwyt8

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Well I hear my train coming
Hear my train coming
Hear My Train A Comin' by Jimi Hendrix

This isn’t the verse time Hendrix has referred to a moving vehicle to semiotically reference a dilapidated relationship: see “Crosstown Traffic” off of Electric Ladyland.

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