Released: March 8, 2013
Songwriter: Tony Visconti David Bowie
Producer: David Bowie Tony Visconti
[Verse 1]
Nabokov is sun-licked now
Upon the beach at Grunewald
Brilliant and naked just
The way that authors look
Clare and Lady Manners drink
Until the other cows go home
Gossip till their lips are bleeding
Politics and all
[Chorus]
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I’d rather be high
[Verse 2]
The Thames was black, the tower dark
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
City’s full of generals
And generals full of shit
I stumble to the graveyard and I
Lay down by my parents, whisper
Just remember duckies
Everybody gets got
[Chorus]
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I’d rather be high
[Bridge]
I’m seventeen my looks can prove it
I’m so afraid that I will lose it
I’d rather smoke and phone my ex
Be pleading for some teenage sex
Yeah
[Chorus]
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on the men in the sand
I’d rather be high
Nabokov is sun-licked now
Upon the beach at Grunewald
Brilliant and naked just
The way that authors look
Clare and Lady Manners drink
Until the other cows go home
Gossip till their lips are bleeding
Politics and all
[Chorus]
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I’d rather be high
[Verse 2]
The Thames was black, the tower dark
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
City’s full of generals
And generals full of shit
I stumble to the graveyard and I
Lay down by my parents, whisper
Just remember duckies
Everybody gets got
[Chorus]
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I’d rather be high
[Bridge]
I’m seventeen my looks can prove it
I’m so afraid that I will lose it
I’d rather smoke and phone my ex
Be pleading for some teenage sex
Yeah
[Chorus]
I’d rather be high
I’d rather be flying
I’d rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on the men in the sand
I’d rather be high
The Next Day
- Where Are We Now?
- I’ll Take You There
- God Bless the Girl
- How Does the Grass Grow?
- So She
- Heat
- (You Will) Set the World on Fire
- Dancing Out in Space
- I’d Rather Be High
- You Feel So Lonely You Could Die
- Boss of Me
- The Next Day
- If You Can See Me
- Valentine’s Day
- Love Is Lost
- Dirty Boys
- The Stars (Are Out Tonight)
- Plan
- The Next Day (2013)
- The Next Day Extra (2013)
- Space Oddity
- ★ (Blackstar)
- Heroes
- Life on Mars?
- Lazarus
- Starman
- Changes
- The Man Who Sold the World
- Girl Loves Me
- Ashes to Ashes
- Ziggy Stardust
- Moonage Daydream
- Modern Love
- Five Years
- ’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore
- I Can’t Give Everything Away
- Dollar Days
- Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide
- Rebel Rebel
- Young Americans
- Station to Station
- Suffragette City
- Let’s Dance
- Sue (Or in a Season of Crime)