Album's you must listen to before you die

I fall through, embossed by sleeves,
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,

Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.

Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.

Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.

London’s on the stage calling all guitars to smash,
fly with me to Battersea, on pigs across its stacks,
picked up Ziggy from the club, snorting stardust.

I have run inside these vivid scenes
it seems I do not age,
yet every image I see reflect,
subjects me to myself with lines
I learn and then forget.
My soul was sold for rock and roll,
my face, long since replaced.