Yes, the Lady makes me dance, and it was a fine romance in my head, and clutching a stuffed toy every night. And yes the Lady makes me think, I’m not who I think I am. Dogs are barking in the neighbourhood. I understand the power of make-up and costume, I say the Lady wears a thousand masks. I was confused by the Lady and intrigued but at the end of the day her music saved me.
I watched Lady gaga put on her make-up today and she seemed almost normal, just like any other girl. I listen to the children playing in the neighbourhood. I thought about my little people, big dreams book on David Bowie, that’s how it all starts. Stars are just an explosion of childhood dreams that create light
Lady Gaga talked about when her mother use to put make-up on her to make her cheeks rosy, now it’s getting cold outside in her world and she just wants to get cosy. Sometimes we get so use to love that it makes us lazy. The Lady is no different, sometimes the song she sings is the elephant in the room, and it speaks to the abused child that seems to exist in all of us.