4/7/17 – David Bowie – Sons Of The Silent Age – 1977 / As Time Goes By – Dooley Wilson AKA Sam – 1942

Song Of The Day

Nine hours on a bus from Berlin to Cologne/Bonn airport where Olivia’s Dad Gerd is picking us up. On the bus, a driver that told us we couldn’t eat and only use the loo in an emergency. “No crumbling food” he said in German, “kein krümeliges Essen”. So I provocatively pulled out my cadbury’s flake and bag of scones, and wondered whoever took a nine hour bus journey without a snack.

So much to do in Berlin, sucking it in, exploring the neighbourhoods, the record stores, the cafes, visiting the Eastside gallery, that is the painted surviving section of the wall. Flea markets with second hand abums, picking up Stray’s first on Transatlantic, an odd  Belgian Moody Blues compilation, Steamhammer II. A box of Russian 7 inch singles of The Beatles and The Sweet amongst others and an East German Wish You Were Here with different cover art released on the Amiga label – they were only allowed to release one Western record a month.

It mostly rained during the week including the worst rain in a century that saw the population wading through the streets in between fire engines and snaky orange water pump paraphernalia. Watching the ominous East Berlin radio tower shrouded in mist, the summit hidden from Alexanderplatz. To think I was here forty years ago at 19. To think that Bowie and Iggy were living there then, that Eno was there and the Berlin trilogy of Low, Heroes and Lodger were realized. I ventured into the East, busked in Wittenbergplatz where the Ku’damm meets Ansbacher Straße, opposite KaDeWe, immortalized all those years later as Bowie revisited Berlin on The Next Day through the song Where Are We Now? (Here I am outside his apartment at Hauptstrasse 155 in Schöneberg).

Whilst we were there, Olivia, Tomoko, Ryan and I went to the 18 seat Lichtblick – Kino (Kastanienallee 77 in Prenzlauer Berg) at 12.30 a.m. on Saturday night to see Casablanca, shown every Saturday for 13 years. The songs, the timeless lines, the genius of Bogart on the silver screen, Ingrid Bergman, the creepy Peter Lorre and a rousing inspired Marsellaise sung in Rick’s cafe to drown out the Nazi’s singing their inappropriate patriotic songs as France is occupied.

To move the archive to Berlin would be a dream come true. But whether it’s sharing my Miles Davis collection with old Swedish artist friend Micke, who has lived there for 25 years or more fascinating discussions about Tangerine Dream and the later projects of Jerome Froese and Anja or hearing another story of Ryan’s exotic adventures and travel writing visualized with Tomoko’s photographs – despite all these lures, this cosmopolitan arty city of fascinating history and atmosphere entices you, reaches out, challenges you to inhabit a world of galleries, politics, discussion, the centre of reality in the modern world, the hub of the West, that lived so long in the East as an island in the GDR (DDR).

Bowie is gone and “As Time Goes By”, the legend of Berlin lives on, the city is as strong, vibrant and progressive as it was in the cabaret days of the twenties. Imagine how well the In Deep Music Archive would fit into such a place.





Sons Of The Silent Age (From Heroes)

Written by David Bowie/Brian Eno (1977)

Sons of the silent age
Stand on platforms, blank looks and notebooks
Sit in back rows of city limits
Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell’s dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one-inch thoughts
Then decide it couldn’t be done

Baby, I’ll never let you go
All I see is all I know
Let’s take another way down (sons of sound and sons of sound)
Baby, baby, I’ll never let you down
I can’t stand another sound
Let’s fin another way in (sons of sound and sons of sound)

Sons of the silent age
Listen to tracks by Sam Therapy and King Dice
Sons of the silent age
Pick up in bars and cry only once
Sons of the silent age
Make love only once but dream and dream
Don’t walk, they just glide in and out of life
They never die, they just go to sleep one day

Baby, I won’t ever let you go
All I see is all I know
Let’s take another way down (sons of sound and sons of sound)
Oh, baby, baby, baby, I won’t ever let you down
I can’t stand another sound
Let’s find another way in (sons of sound and sons of sound)
(Sons of sound and sons of sound) baby, baby, baby
Fire away



As Time Goes By

Written by Herman Hupfeld ( 1931)

This day and age we’re living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.
Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein’s theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension

And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.]

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo
They still say, “I love you.”
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.

It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

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