Where do the boys lie/Mud, mud, mud/How does the grass grow/Blood, blood, blood
from How Does the Grass Grow? lyrics by David Bowie
Another Tony Visconti ‘Berlin’-era kissed production marred with psychotic cryptics and general moods of experimental sonics, Bowie squawks out a ‘redrum’ vocal effect on the chorus, tailing an equally odd set of verses rife with ghosts and graves. Despite this, it still jams something warm.
