Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Directed by Bruno Varela
Music & lyrics by David Bowie • Arranged by Steven Brown • Recorded by Gilberto Vargas Estudio Foco Rojo Oaxaca Mexico and by Nikolas Klau Studio La Levure • Benjamin Glibert: upright bass • Luc van Lieshout: trumpet • Nikolas Klau: synth • Steven Brown: piano, voice, alto sax
Listen : stevenbrown.ffm.to/panicindetroit
From the upcoming album “In This Very World"
To be released in 2026 on Crammed Discs.
Follow Steven Brown
instagram.com/stevenbrown.official
facebook.com/stevenbrownoficial
LYRICS :
He looked a lot like Che Guevara
Drove a Diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion
Such a humble man
The only survivor of the National Peoples Gang
Panic in Detroit
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home
I wish someone would phone.
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens
That broke the evening gloom
Police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Having scored a trillion dollars
I made my way back home
Found him slumped across the table
A gun and me alone
I ran to the window
looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit
He left me an autograph;
‘Let me collect dust’
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Directed by Bruno Varela
Music & lyrics by David Bowie • Arranged by Steven Brown • Recorded by Gilberto Vargas Estudio Foco Rojo Oaxaca Mexico and by Nikolas Klau Studio La Levure • Benjamin Glibert: upright bass • Luc van Lieshout: trumpet • Nikolas Klau: synth • Steven Brown: piano, voice, alto sax
Listen : stevenbrown.ffm.to/panicindetroit
From the upcoming album “In This Very World"
To be released in 2026 on Crammed Discs.
Follow Steven Brown
instagram.com/stevenbrown.official
facebook.com/stevenbrownoficial
LYRICS :
He looked a lot like Che Guevara
Drove a Diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion
Such a humble man
The only survivor of the National Peoples Gang
Panic in Detroit
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home
I wish someone would phone.
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens
That broke the evening gloom
Police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Having scored a trillion dollars
I made my way back home
Found him slumped across the table
A gun and me alone
I ran to the window
looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit
He left me an autograph;
‘Let me collect dust’
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit


![The Honeymoon Killers - Decollage
Decollage by The Honeymoon Killers (1982)
Label : Crammed Discs
Feat. Veronique Vincent, Yvon Vromman, Vincent Kenis, Marc Hollander, Gerald Fenerberg & JF Jones Jacob
Buy/stream: http://smarturl.it/honeymoonkillers
More info:
http://www.crammed.be/index.php?id=34&art_id=64
Lyrics:
Ca y est t’as passé la barrière et t’attends. Pour monter tu seras la dernière de tous ces gens. Dans la passerelle hermétique tu t’avances. Tu ne verras rien de la piste, tu t’en balances. Désormais fini les conneries, tu t’envoles vers une autre idée de ta vie. Laisse au sol, écrasée de douleur idiote, celle qui fut toi toutes ces années sottes. Quel gâchis! Prends l’avion pour un autre là-bas. Aimer c’est si bête, aimer c’est si fat. Il ne faut donner d’importance aux sentiments que dans la mesure où, je pense, ils ne s’empêtrent pas dans la vie active. Faut savoir toujours avaler sa salive, pas d’histoire. Tu n’as perdu que trop de temps pour une canaille, et le temps c’est de l’argent: pense à ton travail. Les hommes on les prend on les laisse, ils ne comprennent rien excepté la fesse: un peu cons.
[OK. you’re through the gate, and you’re waiting. Of all these people you’ll be the last one on board. You enter the hermetic gangway. You won’t see the runway but you don’t care. From now on, no more bullshit; you’re flying towards another idea for you life. Leave on the ground, crushed with stupid pain, the girl you were for all those silly years. What a waste! Take the plane for another somewhere... Love is so stupid, love is so smug. One should only give importance to feelings, I think, if they don’t interfere in one’s active life. Always got to grin and bear it, make no bones about it. You wasted too much time on a bastard, and time is money: think of your work. Men, one takes them, one leaves them, they don’t understand anything but sex, they’re a bit thick. Take the plane... ] The Honeymoon Killers - Decollage](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/teCdek_1L4U/mqdefault.jpg)







