When you’re David Bowie, you can do whatever the hell you like, and if that means a ten-minute jazzy avant-garde piece of synth-pop weirdness, with a batshit video to accompany it, than so be it.

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The music video has everything: dancing scarecrows (or are they dancing crucified Christs?); a stranded astronaut with a smiley face on his uniform (junkie Major Tom?); a girl with a tail; a meeting of sexy Shakers; a jewel-encrusted skull; and of course a black star.

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At the centre of it all stands Bowie, first blindfolded and looking like a reject from Pan’s Labyrinth (with David Lynch hair), then wielding a Blackstar Bible and looking serene, then bopping with his fellow barnyard dancers.

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah
In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all
Your eyes

On the day of execution, on the day of execution
Only women kneel and smile,
At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all
Your eyes, your eyes

​In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah
In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all
Your eyes

​Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

How many times does an angel fall?
How many people lie instead of talking tall?
He trod on sacred ground, he cried loud into the crowd
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangstar)

I can’t answer why (I’m a blackstar)
Just go with me (I’m not a filmstar)
I’m-a take you home (I’m a blackstar)
Take your passport and shoes (I’m not a popstar)
And your sedatives, boo (I’m a blackstar)
You’re a flash in the pan (I’m not a marvel star)
I’m the great I am (I’m a blackstar)

I’m a blackstar, way up, on money, I’ve got game
I see right, so wide, so open-hearted pain
I want eagles in my daydreams, diamonds in my eyes
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried
(I’m a blackstar, I’m a star’s star, I’m a blackstar)

I can’t answer why (I’m not a gangstar)
But I can tell you how (I’m not a flam star)
We were born upside-down (I’m a star’s star)
Born the wrong way ‘round (I’m not a white star)
(I’m a blackstar, I’m not a gangstar
I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar
I’m not a pornstar, I’m not a wandering star
I’m a blackstar, I’m a blackstar)

In the villa of Ormen stands a solitary candle
At the centre of it all, your eyes
On the day of execution, only women kneel and smile
At the centre of it all, your eyes, your eyes

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