Μνημειώδης Bowie σε ένα τραγούδι από το αριστουργηματικό του άλμπουμ Low.
Λεπτή μίξη συναισθημάτων με το όλον να οδηγεί σε ένα είδος κουρδιστής θρηνωδίας, ενώ η πλήξη υποβόσκει. Ερωτικό τραγούδι ή o ύμνος στη ματαιότητα;
Monumental Bowie on a song from his brilliant album Low. A subtle mix of emotions with the whole leading to a kind of winding lamentation, as boredom simmers. Love song or hymn to futility?

You’re just a little girl with grey eyes
Never mind, say something
Wait until the crowd cries
Oh, wait until the crowd cries
You’re just a little girl with grey eyes
So deep in your room
You never leave your room
Something deep inside of me
Yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can you do
What in the world can you do
I’m in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
For your love
I’m just a little bit afraid of you
Cause love won’t make you cry
But, wait until the crowd goes
Oh, wait until the crowd goes
I’m just a little bit afraid of you
So deep in your room
You never leave your room
Something deep inside of me
Yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can I do
What in the world can I do
I’m in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
Oh, what you gonna say?
Oh, what you gonna do?
Ah, what you gonna be?
To the real me
To the real me
I’m just a cool me
I’m just a cool me, I’m just a cool me
What you gonna be?
To the real me
To the real me
Ah, ah, ah