Blue, blue, electric blue
That’s the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to read, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude
Over my head
Don’t you wonder sometimes
‘Bout sound and vision?
I discovered this remix of David’s “Sound and Vision” from his album, “Low.” I’ve been playing it all day long, thinking about him in Berlin, trying to get off cocaine, his addiction to which nearly killed him, broken, alone except for Iggy Pop, turning into a full-blown alcoholic. A book I read tells the story of him sitting at a table in a dark Berlin bar, drunk out of his mind, talking to himself or God or something n and asking for help, like a prayer.
Somewhere in there, he managed to write this song. He would not get sober for another fourteen years, but he died with twenty-five years clean and sober.
This was the opening song for “Low,” the first album he recorded while in Berlin. The person who remixed it decided to not use the last verse. I don’t know why.
