I'd Rather Be High
David Bowie Lyrics


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Nabokov is sun-licked now
Upon the beach at Gruenwald
Brilliant and naked just
The way that authors looks

Clare and Lady Manners drink
Until the other cows go home
Gossip 'til their lips are bleeding
Politics and all

I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)
I'd rather be flying (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

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

I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)
I'd rather be flying (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

I'm seventeen and 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

I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)
I'd rather be flying (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

I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be high
I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be flying




I'd rather be high
I'd rather be flying

Overall Meaning

The song I'd Rather Be High by David Bowie is a commentary on war and its impact on society. The lyrics use contrasting imagery to highlight the absurdity of war and the ultimate futility of violence. The first verse mentions the famous author Vladimir Nabokov, who is depicted as being natural and unpretentious on the beach at Gruenwald. This is contrasted with the decadent and superficial behavior of Clare and Lady Manners, who drink and gossip until their lips are bleeding. The second verse describes the dark and oppressive nature of war, as the singer flies to Cairo to be with his regiment. He describes the city as full of "generals full of shit," emphasizing the hypocrisy and corruption of the military establishment.


The chorus declares that the singer would "rather be high" or "flying" than engaging in the violence of war. He would rather be dead or out of his head than training guns on other people. The repetition of these lines highlights the singer's desire to escape reality and avoid the horrors of war. The third verse speaks to the vulnerability of youth and the fear of losing one's beauty or status. The singer would rather engage in superficial behaviors like smoking and calling an ex for sex than confront the realities of war.


Overall, the song highlights the senselessness of war and the desire for escape from its violence and destruction.


Line by Line Meaning

Nabokov is sun-licked now
Nabokov is basking in the bright sunshine now


Upon the beach at Gruenwald
He is on Gruenwald beach


Brilliant and naked just
He's like how authors are - raw and honest


The way that authors looks
This is how authors are often seen - genuine and revealing


Clare and Lady Manners drink
Clare and Lady Manners are drinking together


Until the other cows go home
They drink till everyone else leaves


Gossip 'til their lips are bleeding
They gossip to the point of exhaustion


Politics and all
They talk about everything from politics to everyday things


I'd rather be high (I'd rather be high)
I'd rather be stoned (I'd rather be stoned)


I'd rather be flying (I'd rather be flying)
I'd rather be soaring through the air (I'd rather be soaring through the air)


I'd rather be dead or out of my head
I'd rather be dead, or at least not fully coherent


Than training these guns on those men in the sand
Than being in a warzone and having to train my gun on fellow soldiers


The Thames was black, the tower dark
On my trip to Cairo, the Thames river looked black and the tower appeared dark


I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
I went to Cairo to find my battalion


City's full of generals
The city is full of army generals


And generals full of shit
And most of these generals just talk nonsense


I stumble to the graveyard and I
I stumble towards the cemetery


Lay down by my parents, whisper
I lay near my parents' grave and whispered


Just remember duckies
Remember this, little ones


Everybody gets got
Everyone will die someday


I'm seventeen and my looks can prove it
I'm just seventeen and it shows in my looks


I'm so afraid that I will lose it
I'm scared that I'll lose my looks


I'd rather smoke and phone my ex
I'd rather smoke a joint and call my ex


Be pleading for some teenage sex, yeah
And beg for some teenage sex with them


I'd rather be flying, I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be soaring through the air, I'd rather be soaring through the air


I'd rather be high
I'd rather be stoned


I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be soaring through the air


I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be soaring through the air


I'd rather be high
I'd rather be stoned




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Written by: David Bowie

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Paul Root

The song is from the point of view of a young soldier, who would much rather be high and carefree than at the frontlines of a war. Bowie isn't glorifying drug culture or anything like that, he's talking about the horrors of war and sending young people to their possible deaths, who instead should be relatively carefree and living out life while they are young

Johnrhett Barrett

Layers

Shuffle Them Truffles Babey

I mean I can’t lie, I think Bowie also liked drugs a little 😂

Bean

I agree, it’s terrible that they sent people to kill each other. Even forced them to at one point (the draft). All those people dead or with horrific PTSD and for what reason?

Reaper Glasgow

Glorifying drugs > Glorifying war any day.

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Leander X

This needs more views and plays. His later stuff deserves radio time. I called s local radio station and I asked them to play Valentine's Day by Bowie. They said he was too
old. Yet they play the hell out of Madonna and Ozzy. 2 weeks later Bowie died. They should be playing more on the radio of all artists and just the hits. Sometimes the hits get old cause they get gold.

Primepap

Completely agree

bitbeak

this didn't happen lmao

Hatshepsut

This is one of my favorite Bowie songs of all time. What's wrong with the world that this is not a huge hit? I love the harpsichord and the Beatle esque drums and guitar and Bowie and Gail Ann's amazing vocals

SeaBassVamp

I loved all the tracks on The Next Day. RIP Bowie. Meaningful lyrics.

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