The Supermen

When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life

Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod dies

Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumber
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die
To turn to mould

Far out in the red sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange mad celebration
So softly a supergod dies

Far out in the red sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange mad celebration
So softly a supergod dies

Oh! You Pretty Things

Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window and what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What are we here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh! You pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh! You pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
We've finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh! You pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

'Golden Ones'

excerpt from The Sky People by Brinsley Le Poer Trench (1960):

The original pigmentation was not a pasty-white, but what Ezekiel refers to as 'the colour of brass' - a faintly golden tint - not dark at all, just a recognisably different tinge, very faint under modern living conditions.

The old habit people have had for so long a time of plating the statues and images of their gods and heroes with gold is not a monetary evaluation at all, but a dim memory of something else entirely - the appearance of these gods and heroes. And this may have something to do with the extraordinary and quite arbitrary value placed upon gold by earth-humanity.

It is a mistake to think of the Space People in our system as coloured. I submit that they are gold or sun coloured.

In connection with this quote, it might also be worth considering at least two other David Bowie songs - The Velvet Goldmine and Golden Years.......