“On and on. On and on.” Life is a roundabout, constantly spinning. A person approaches here, words drift by there, lights, voices. For Woyzeck, life’s spinning only ever passes him by. “I think if we ever got to heaven, we'd have to help with the thunder”, he says.
“The Man who fell to Earth” became Bowie’s artistic legacy, arequiem for himself. A coolly melancholy retrospection, and at the same time areckoning with leave-taking, a celebration of obstinacy, of being different.