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Maybe it is the after Thanksgiving food induced coma, or perhaps it is the holiday angst, either way I found myself avoiding the holiday shopping mayhem by falling deep into a David Bowie vortex. It started at 3pm today and I have been listening ever since.

I tried my best today to stay away from the black Friday freaks. You know, the ones who drive like crazy people in shopping mall parking lots in search of the deal of the century, or the ones who yell at sales people, "I need more boxes you friggin idiot, its a friggin gift."

For now, and for as long as possible, I will remain at home, on lockdown listening to David Bowie because lets face it, there are worse ways to spend a Holiday weekend.

And so, I leave you with this:

Life On Mars...

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on Amerikas tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?