the rays

"skies made of glass"

As morbidity raises its ugly head, this song? [can it be labelled thus? for it is anthemic and dirge-like simultaneously] is reminiscent of funerals. It's full of impending doom or of a post-apocalyptic depression.

Happy days.

It's the kind of thing that would go down well at your funeral and keep all the guests weeping for weeks.

Yes......it's Bowie at his best!

There’s another tune on Heathen, which at first glance / hearing, seems trite. Everyone says Hi smacks of smiley-happy nonsense. It’s actually Bowie having a conversation with those he misses, because they’re dead. His father, friends and colleagues are all welcomed with affection. Disturbing stuff. Great!