David Bowie and the story of Ziggy Stardust
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars is arguably the most important album in the mind-blowing career of David Bowie. Released in 1972, it’s the record that set the mercurial musician on course to becoming one of the best-known pop stars on the planet. In just over a year, Bowie’s messianic Martian invaded the minds of the nation’s youth with a killer combination of extraterrestrial rock ‘n’ roll and outrageous sexuality, all delivered in high-heeled boots, multi-coloured dresses and extravagant make-up. In Bowie’s own words, Ziggy was ‘a cross between Nijinsky and Woolworths’, but this unlikely culture clash worked – Ziggy turned Bowie into stardust. This documentary tells the story of how Bowie arrived at one of the most iconic creations in the history of pop music. The songs, the hairstyles, the fashion and the theatrical stage presentation that merged together to turn David Bowie into the biggest craze since the Beatles. Ziggy’s instant success gave the impression that he was the perfectly-planned pop star. But, as the film reveals, it had been a momentous struggle for David Bowie to hit on just the right formula that would take him to the top. Narrated by fan Jarvis Cocker, it reveals Bowie’s mission to the stars through the musicians and colleagues who helped him in his unwavering quest for fame – a musical voyage that led Bowie to doubt his true identity, eventually forcing the sudden demise of his alien alter ego, Ziggy.
David Bowie Ziggy Stardust
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band
now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick ’em by smiling
He could leave ’em to hang
‘came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls
With just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kid was just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
aww He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar
Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.
Ziggy playyyyed guitaarrrrrr