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from David Bowie - Hours... (1999)
I forgot what my father said
I forgot what he said I forgot what my mother said As we layed on your bed A city full of flowers A city full of rain I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die I forgot what my brother said I forgot what he said I don't regret anything at all I remember how he wept On a bridge of violent people I was small enough to cry I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die Hold my face before you Still my trembling heart Seven days to live my life or seven ways to die The Gods forgot they made me So I forgot them to I listen to their shadows I play among their graves My heart is never broken My patience never tried I got seven days to live my life or seven ways to die Seven days to live my life or saven ways to die Seven Seven Seven Seven Seven Seven Seven Seven Seven |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Pushing thru the market square,
So many mothers sighing News had just come over, We had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet, Then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, Favourite melodies I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse, It had no room to spare I had to cram so many things To store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people, And all the tall-short people And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people I never thought I'd need so many people A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken arm, Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, And a queer threw up at the sight of that I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, Drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk We've got five years, stuck on my eyes Five years, what a surprise We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got five years, what a surprise Five years, stuck on my eyes We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got five years, stuck on my eyes Five years, what a surprise We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got five years, what a surprise We've got five years, stuck on my eyes We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got Five years Five years Five years Five years |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Stone love - she kneels before the grave
A brave son - who gave his life to see the slogan That hovers between the headstone and her eyes For they penetrate her grieving New love - a boy and girl they talking New words - that only they can share in New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts To sleep - through the fleeting hours of morning Love is careless in its choosing - Sweeping over cross a baby Love descends on those defenseless Idiot love will spark the fusion Inspirations have I none - Just to touch the flaming dove All I have is my love of love - and love is not loving Soul love - the priest that tastes the word and Told of love - and how my God on high is All love - though reaching up my loneliness evolves By the blindness that surrounds him Love is careless in its choosing - Sweeping over cross a baby Love descends on those defenseless Idiot love will spark the fusion Inspirations have I none - Just to touch the flaming dove All I have is my love of love - And love is not loving Lai lai la-la la-la la-la la lai lai La-lai la-lai la-lai lai lai lai La-la la-la la-la la-la-la la la la-la la la-la la la |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you Keep your mouth shut, You're squawking like a big monkey bird And I'm busting up my brains for the words Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be Make me baby, make me know you really care Make me jump into the air Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Freak out, far out, in out |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Goodbye love
Didn't know what time It was the lights were low oh how I leaned back on my radio oh oh Some cat was layin' down Some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade Came back like a slow voice On a wave of phase ha hase That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! o o Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two Look out your window I can see his light a ight If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight Don't tell your poppa or He'll get us locked up in fright There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie Starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
When you climb to the top of the mountain
Look out over the sea Think about the places perhaps, Where a young man could be Then you jump back down to the rooftops Look out over the town Think about all of the strange things circulating round It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down Well all the people have got their problems That ain't nothing new With the help of the good Lord We can all pull on through We can all pull on through Get there in the end Sometimes it'll take you right up and Sometimes down again It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven When you're going down Satisfaction, satisfaction Keep me satisfied I've got the love of a Hoochie Koochie woman She calling from inside She's a-calling from inside Trying to get to you All the woman really wants you can give her Something too It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
People stared at the makeup on his face
Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace The boy in the bright blue jeans Jumped up on the stage And lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and disgrace And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite out of sight, really quite paradise And he sang all night long Femme fatales emerged from shadows To watch this creature fair Boys stood upon their chairs To make their point of view I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey Lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and dismay And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite paradise And he sang all night long Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name Though they was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, and the song went on forever He was awful nice Really quite paradise He sang all night long |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Tony went to fight in Belfast
Rudi stayed at home to starve I could make it all worthwhile as a rock & roll star Bevan tried to change the nation Sonny wants to turn the world, Well he can tell you that he tried I could make a transformation as a rock & roll star So inviting - so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation as a rock & roll star Get it all yeah! Oh yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey - And I'd c'mon like a regular superstar I could fall asleep at night as a rock & roll star I could fall in love all right as a rock & roll star I could make a transformation as a rock & roll star So inviting - so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation as a rock & roll star Get it all yeah! Oh yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey - And I'd c'mon like a regular superstar I could fall asleep at night as a rock & roll star I could fall in love all right as a rock & roll star Rock'n'roll star Rock'n'roll star Bam bom bam Watch me now Bam |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
1,2
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money She's a funky-thigh collector Layin' on 'lectric dreams So come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can't dance, we don't talk much, We just ball and play But then we move like tigers on vaseline Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars So come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on Ho So come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Oh
Oooh yeah Ah Ziggy played guitar, Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang, Screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang They came on so loaded man, Well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders While the fly tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and Should we crush his sweet hands? Oh Ooh oh Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo The kids were just crass, he was the nazz With God given ass He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band. Oh yeah Ooooooo Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
(Hey man) oh leave me alone you know
(Hey man) oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta (Hey man) I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just Put my spine out of place (Hey man) my schooldays insane (Hey man) my work's down the drain (Hey man) well she's a total blam-blam She said she had to squeeze it but she.. And then she.. Oh don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right (Hey man) Ah Henry, don't be unkind, go away (Hey man) I can't take you this time, no way (Hey man) droogie don't crash here There's only room for one and Here she comes, here she comes Oh don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right Oh hit me! Oh don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City Ooo, Sufraggete city, ooo, Suffragette City Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette, Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am! A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Quite all right A Suffragette City Too fine A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City Oh, Suffragette Suffragette! |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, Then another finger, then your cigarette The wall-to-wall is calling, It lingers, then you forget Ohhh how how how, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it And the clocks waits so patiently on your song You walk past a cafe but you don't eat When you've lived too long Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide Chev brakes are snarling As you stumble across the road But the day breaks instead so you hurry home Don't let the sun blast your shadow Don't let the milk float ride your mind You're so natural - religiously unkind Oh no love! you're not alone You're watching yourself but you're too unfair You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care Oh no love! you're not alone No matter what or who you've been No matter when or where you've seen All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain You're not alone Just turn on with me and you're not alone Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful) Let's turn on and be not alone (wonderful) Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful) Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful) Oh gimme your hands. |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Well, Annie's pretty neat, she always eats her meat
Joe is awful strong, bet your life he's putting us on Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving Oh move me, touch me John, I'm only dancing She turns me on, but I'm only dancing She turns me on, don't get me wrong I'm only dancing Oh shadow love was quick and clean, Life's a well-thumbed machine I saw you watching from the stairs, You're everyone that ever cared Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving Move me, touch me John, I'm only dancing She turns me on, but I'm only dancing She turns me on, but don't get me wrong I'm only dancing John, I'm only dancing She turns me on, but I'm only dancing She turns me on, but don't get me wrong I'm only dancing Dancing Won't someone dance with me? Touch me, Ohhh! |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red You got wit from my tongue, name on the sun I gotcha going to my breast Cause you're the only one, who uses school to pleasure You make me act real gone, you make me trawl along I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry Feel the teeth in your bone, heal ya head with my own Why if I don't have you home, we'll have to fight alone Hang all together Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again My Velvet Goldmine You're my taste, my trip, I'll be your master zip I'll suck your hair for kicks, You'll make me jump to my feet So you'll give me your hand, give me your sound Let my sea wash your face, I'm falling, I can't stand Oooh! Put your mink on Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again My Velvet Goldmine Oh Shoot you down, bang bang Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again My Velvet Goldmine Velvet Goldmine, Velvet Goldmine, My Velvet Goldmine Velvet Goldmine, Velvet Goldmine |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew Where the posters are torn by the muggin gangs By the faggy parks and the burnt out vans I've got 99 years of laying in the dark and I'm far too young to lie I've got 99 ways to play my guitar It's going to pay me before I die So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam and come ball With my guitar and Mr. Bang o We can give you sweet head I'm tough as glass and clean as night Well if looks can love we can love all right I'm your rubber peacock angelic whore I'm a wrought iron face upon the wall I had 99 days of murder come life and I'm running away from it all I got a bedroom every mirror in town They're going to claim me if I fall So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam and come ball With my guitar and Mr. Bang o We can give you sweet head Sweet head Give you sweet head While you down there See my eyes of blocked emotion, See my tremble, see my fall Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last Besides I'm known to lay you, one and all Look south the way your mother dwells If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell I'm the kind of man she warned me of Till there was rock you only had god You and I have a mutual vow we both like young, And we both like loud I got pretty shoes and I'm kid and proud I'm street side out with my ear to the crowd So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear It's gonna rock it in your head Shazam and come ball With my guitar and Mr. Bang o We can give you a sweet head Move along sir ho |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Oh
Oooh yeah Ah Ziggy played guitar, Jamming good with Weird and Gilly And The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band Ziggy really sang, Screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang They came on so loaded man, Well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders While the fly tried to break our balls Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and Should we crush his sweet hands? Oh Ooh oh Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo The kids were just crass, he was the nazz With God given ass He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band. Oh yeah Ooooooo Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
People stared at the makeup on his face
Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace The boy in the bright blue jeans Jumped up on the stage And lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and disgrace And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite out of sight, really quite paradise And he sang all night long Femme fatales emerged from shadows To watch this creature fair Boys stood upon their chairs To make their point of view I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey Lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and dismay And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite paradise And he sang all night long Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name Though they was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, and the song went on forever He was awful nice Really quite paradise He sang all night long |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah Yeah Don't sit down Don't sit down Don't sit down |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness in our lives And tomorrows of rich surprise... Some things we could do. In our madness We burnt one hundred days, Time takes time to pass And I still hold some ashes to me, An Occasional Dream. And we'd sleep,oh so close, But not really close our eyes 'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue... Gently weeping nights It was long,long ago And I can't touch your name. For the days of fate were strong for you... Danced you far from me. In my madness I see your face in mine. I keep a photograph, It burns my wall with time Time, An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud ---- ---- --- ---- Solemn faced, The village settles down, Undetected my the stars, And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep And the last thing on his mind Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned 'Neath the covered wooden shaft. Folds the rope Into its bag. Blows his pipe of smolders, Blankets smoke into the room. And the day will end for some As the night begins for one. Staring through the message in his eyes Lies a solitary son From the mountain called the Freecloud Where the eagle dare not fly. And the patience in his sigh Gives no indication For the townsmen to decide. So the village Dreadful yawns Pronouncing gross diversion As the label for the dog. Oh "It's the madness in his eyes" As he breaks the night to cry: "It's really Me. Really You And really Me. It's so hard for us to really be Really You And really Me. You'll lose me though I'm always really free." And the mountain moved its eyes To the world of realize Where the snow had saved a place For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud And the village Dreadful cried As the rope began to rise For the smile stayed on his face Of the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud. And the women once proud Clutched the heart of the crowd As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand And the Magic in the stare Of the Wild Eyed Boy said: "Stop,Freecloud They won't think to cut me down." But the cottages fell Like a playing card hell And the tears on the face Of the Wise Boy Came trembling down To the rumbling ground And the missionary mystic of peace/love Stumbled back to cry among the clouds, Kicking back the pebbles From the Freecloud mountain Track. God Knows I'm Good --- --- ---- I was walking through the counters of a national concern And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder. And I saw the multitude of faces,honest,rich and clean As the merchandise exchanged and money roared. And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak Into the paper bag at her side. And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind. Crying "God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today. God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today." Then she moved towards the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag. Persperation trickled down her forehead. And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid uponm her shoulder, She was led away bewildered and amazed. Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter As her escort asked her softly for her name. And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor. Crying " God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way " |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Its safe in a city to love in a doorway,
to wrangle some screens from the door And isn't me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flashin', trails on a leash? Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I beak up my room, yawn, and roll into the center rings And you know I once said *Boys, boys, its a sweet thing Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hole, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing I'm glad that you're older than me Makes me feel important and free Does that make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment If this trade is accursed, and I'll bless you and turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and *Repeat |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down (1987)
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah You've arrived in the land of a thousand different names Where the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames Now tomorrow is back claiming redemption is on your heels And a toothless past is asking you how it feels And me my little red Corvette has driven by My fair weather heart has fallen in My rainy day girl is feeling down And she tells me that the world is spinning round I say the dream was all for you You're nobody else Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you Yeah Hi, can I walk you home again today, Gotta get forgive and forget hey-hey, Something good is happening I don't know what it is, Don't you know we're back on trial again today And it's breaking wine for you Hell it's only 'cause you're true Someone outtimed my heart Stopping and preaching and letting love in You are my moon, you are my sun Heaven knows what you are Tonight the Zeroes are singing for you Yes they were, Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you Doesn't matter what you try to do Doesn't matter what you try to do Doesn't matter where you try to go Doesn't matter who we really are |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down (1987)
Eddie boy lit like paraffin spending two weeks in a crack house
Burns on his brain like Chernobyl Dean was seen with a two bag purchase He was lying dead on his mother's bed Someone for pray for-till I met you Life is like a broken arrow-memory a swingin' door I could be your great misfortune- I can make you happy every day of your life Making my love like a shining star-takin' my love just a touch too far Tessie turns tricks with a soul like ice cause love left holes And four swell kids breaking her heart I've got windows, I've seen much vice, I've touched down with vermin, Cowardice, lice, And I say Nobody cares what you do-please be yourself to death I could be your great misfortune But you'll never find a, bet you'll never find a better man. Making my love like a shining star Taking my love just a touch too far. Peter met Frank formed a dummy run gang Worked heist or hit for 10 g's flat Blew heads outta shape for the name of Trotsky, Sinn-Fein, Hitler cashdown No hope heroes cover the page with depts in hell And fingers in blood Poor little bodies all covered in scabs threw it all away Another life in the grave Another life in the grave Life is like a broken arrow-memory a swingin' door I could be your great misfortune- Well I could make you happy every goddamn single day of your life Making my love like a shining star Like a shining star Baby that's what you are Like a shining star Making my love like a shining star Taking my love Just a touch too far |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Nothing remains
We could run when the rain slows Look for the cars or signs of life Where the heat goes Look for the drifters We should crawl under the bracken Look for the shafts of light on the road Where the heat goes Everything has changed For in truth, it's the beginning of nothing And nothing has changed Everything has changed For in truth, it's the beginning of an end And nothing has changed And everything has changed [first voice] In your fear Of what we have become Take to the fire Now we must burn All that we are Rise together Through these clouds As on wings [2nd voice] In your fear, seek only peace In you fear, seek only love In your fear, seek only peace In you fear, seek only love In your fear, in your fear As on wings This is the trip And this is the business we take This is our number All my trials, Lord Will be remembered Everything has changed |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
sitting here wishing on a cement floor
just wishing that i had just something you wore i put it on when i go lonely will you take off your dress and send it to me? i miss your kissin' and i miss your head and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead run outside in the desert heat make your dress all wet and send it to me i miss your soup and i miss your bread and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead so spill your breakfast and drip your wine just wear that dress when you dine sitting here wishing on a cement floor just wishing that i had just something you wore bloody your hands on a cactus tree wipe it on your dress and send it to me sitting here wishing on a cement floor just wishing that i had just something you wore |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Oogie waits for just another day
Drags his bones to see the Yankees play Bones Boy talks and flickers gray Oh, they slip away Once a time they nearly might have been Bones and Oogie on a silver screen No one knew what they could do Except for me and you They slip away They slip away Don't forget to keep your head warm Twinkle twinkle Uncle Floyd Watching all the world and war torn How I wonder where you are Sailing over Coney Island Twinkle twinkle Uncle Floyd We were dumb but you were fun, boy How I wonder where you are Oo-oo Oogie knew there's never ever time Some of us will always stay behind Down in space it's always 1982 The joke we always knew Oo-oo What's-a matter with you C'mon, let's go Slip away Oo-oo Don't forget to keep your head warm Twinkle twinkle Uncle Floyd Watching all the world and war torn How I wonder where you are Sailing over Coney Island Twinkle twinkle Uncle Floyd We were dumb but you were fun, boy How I wonder where you are Oo-oo |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our minds shall squeeze them tight like a fist And the walls shall have eyes And the doors shall have ears But we'll dance in their dark And they'll play with our lives Like a Slow Burn Leading us on and on and on Like a Slow Burn Turning us round and round and round Hark who are we So small in times such as these Slow Burn Slow Burn These are the strangest of all These are the nights These are the darkest to fall But who knows? Echoes in tenement halls Who knows? Though the years spare them all Like a Slow Burn Leading us on and on and on Like a Slow Burn Twirling us round and round and upside down There's fear overhead There's fear overground Slow Burn Slow Burn Like a Slow Burn Leading us on and on and on Like a Slow Burn Turning us round and round and round And here are we At the center of it all Slow Burn Slow Burn Slow Burn |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
I wish I was smarter
I got so lost on the shore I wish I was taller Things really matter to me But I put my face in tomorrow I believe we're not alone I believe in Beatles I believe my little soul has grown And I'm still So afraid Yes, I'm still So afraid Yeah, I'm still So afraid On my own On my own What made my life so wonderful? What made me feel so bad? I used to wake up the ocean I used to walk on clouds If I put faith in medication If I can smile a crooked smile If I can talk on television If I can walk an empty mile Then I won't Feel afraid No, I won't Feel afraid I won't be Be afraid Anymore Anymore And then I just won't be afraid Anymore And then I just won't be afraid |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
I've been looking for a woman to save my life
Not to beg or to borrow A woman with the feeling of losing once or twice Who knows how could it be tomorrow? I've been waiting for you And you've been coming to me For such a long time now A woman with the feeling of losing once or twice Who knows how could it be tomorrow? I've been waiting for you And you've been coming to me For such a long time now |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Walking in the snowystreet
Let me understand Drifting down a silent park Stumbling over land Open up your heart to me Show me who you are And I would be your slave Do you sleep in quietude? Do you walk in peace? Do you laugh out loud at me? No one else that is free Open up your heart to me Show me all you are And I would be your slave I don't sit around and wait I don't give a damn I don't see the point at all No footprints in the sand I bet you laugh out loud at me A chance to strike me down Give me peace of mind at last Show me all you are Open up your heart to me And I would be your slave I don't sit and wait I don't give a damn I don't see the point at all No footprints in the sand I would give you all my love Nothing else is free Open up your heart to me And I would be your slave |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft
And I thought about you I passed through the shadow of Jupiter And I thought about you I shot my space gun And boy I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars, winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam the same old dream I took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft And I thought about you Well I shot my spacegun And I thought about you Pulled down my sun visor Boy, I really felt blue You jumped into your Gemini, I jumped into mine We'll orbit the Moon for just one time Tomorrow night, tomorrow night Will you hold hands with me under the moonlight? Took a trip in a Gemini spacecraft And I thought about you I shot my space gun And I thought about you And I took a, I took a walk in space Boy, I really felt blue Well I peeked through the crack and looked way back Stardust trail leading back to you What did I do? What could I do? What did I do? Well I thought about you I thought about you Took a trip on a Gemini spacecraft And thought about you |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
5:15
I'm changing trains This little town Let me down This foreign rain Brings me down 5:15 Train overdue Angels have gone No ticket I'm jumping tracks I'm changing time *We never talk anymore Forever I will adore only you 5:15 All of my life Angels have gone I'm changing trains Angels like them Thin on the ground All of my life All legs and wings Swings turn the eyes 5:15 Train overdue Angels have gone *Repeat Cold station all of my life Forever I fear |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Said you'd took a big trip
They said you moved away Happened oh so quietly, they say Should've took a picture Something I could keep Buy a little frame, something cheap For you Everyone says hi Said you sailed a big ship Said you sailed away Didn't know the right thing to say I'd love to get a letter Like to know what's what Hope the weather's good and it's not too hot For you Everyone says hi Everyone says Don't stay in a sad place Where they don't care how you are Everyone says hi If the money is lousy You can always come home We can do the old things (Doo wap wap wha oo) We can do all the bad things (Doo wap wap) If the food gets too eerie You can always phone home We could do all the good things (Doo wap wap wha oo) We could do it, we could do it, we could do it (Doo wap wap oooo) Don't stay in a bad place Where they don't care how you are Everyone says hi Everyone says hi Everyone says hi (Everyone says hi) And the girl next door (Everyone says hi) And the guy upstairs (Everyone says hi) Everyone says hi (Everyone says hi) And your mum and dad (Everyone says hi) Everyone says hi (Everyone says hi) And your big fat dog (Everyone says hi) Everyone says hi (Everyone says hi) Everyone says |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Please don't tear this world asunder
Please take back this fear we're under I demand a better future Or I might just stop wanting you I might just stop wanting you Please make sure we get tomorrow All this pain and all the sorrow I demand a better future Or I might just stop needing you I might just stop needing you Give my children sunny smile Give them moon and cloudless sky I demand a better future Or I might just stop loving you, loving you, loving you When we talk, we talk to you When we walk, we walk to you From factory to field How many tears must fall Down there below Nothing is moving Oo-o I might just stop wanting you I might just stop needing you I might just stop loving you I demand a better future For I might just stop loving you, loving you, loving you I demand a better future For I might just stop loving you, loving you, loving you I demand a better future |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Steel on the skyline Sky made of glass Made for a real world All things must pass Oo-o Waiting for something Looking for someone Is there no reason? Have I stared too long? Oo-o Oo-o You say you'll leave me And when the sun is low And the rays high I can see it now I can feel it die Oo-o Oo-o |
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from David Bowie - Eart Hl I Ng (1997)
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Pressure, pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for Under pressure, that burns a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah That's o-kay It's the terror of knowing What this world is about Watching some good friends Screaming `Let me out' Pray tomorrow takes me higher Pressure on people, people on streets Doh doh doh bah bah bah bah O-kay Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor These are the days it never rains but it pours People on streets, people on streets It's the terror of knowing What this world is about, Watching some good friends Screaming `Let me out' Pray tomorrow takes me higher Pressure on people, people on streets Turned away from it all, like a blind man Sat on a fence but it don't work Keep coming up with love But it's so slashed and torn Why why why? Love love love love Insanity laughs, under pressure we're cracking Can't we give ourselves one more chance Why can't we give love one more chance Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love Cause love's such an old fashioned word And love dares you to care For the people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance (x2) This is ourselves Under pressure Under pressure Pressure |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up Climbs across his bike and he's away Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street Back to mother, it's another empty day Uncle Arthur likes his mommy Uncle Arthur still reads comics Uncle Arthur follows Batman Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from Mum On his 32nd birthday, told her that he'd found a chum Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion Sally was the real thing, not just lust Uncle Arthur vanished quickly Uncle Arthur and his new bride Uncle Arthur follows Sally Round and round goes Arthur's head, hasn't eaten well for days Little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled Back to mother, all's forgiven, serving in the family shop He gets his pocket money, he's well fed Uncle Arthur past the gasworks Uncle Arthur past the river Uncle Arthur down the high street Uncle Arthur follows mother |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face My summer girl takes little backward steps away Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain't so cool Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold See my eyes, my window pane See my tears like gentle rain That's the memory of a summer day Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold La la la la la la |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber Band In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune, oh Rubber Band Won't you play a haunting theme again to me While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber Band How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band We could play in lively parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love Rubber Band, In the '14-'18 war I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh Oh sob... I hope you break your baton |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout Ohh, beautiful baby My burning desire started on Sunday Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool Ohh, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me I shall always watch you until my love runs dry Ohh, beautiful baby My heart's aflame, I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday Lieb Dich Bis Dienstag (German version of 'Love You Till Tuesday) Schau aus Deinem Fenster Schau wer draussen sitzt Ich bin still hier wartend Schon die ganze Nacht Wenn Du dann Dein Haus verlaesst Klingle ich und rufe Ah, mein kleines Maedchen Mein brennend Verlangen erwarchte Sonntag Gib mir Dein Herz und ich lieb Dich bis Dienstag Who's that hiding in the apple tree Clinging to a branch? Don't be afraid, it's only me Hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade I'll keep you nice and cool Ah, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never ending And I'll love you till Tuesday Let the wind blow through your hair Be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon Because it's only me I shall always want you until my love runs dry Ah, beautiful baby My heart's aflame I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl And I'll love you till Tuesday Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Spoken: Na ja, vielleicht wirds ja auch Mittwoch? |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves It's a secret place and adults aren't allowed there, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Charlie Brown got's half a crown, he's gonna buy a kite Jimmy's ill with chicken pox, and Tommy's learned to ride his bike Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he's so small we don't notice him He gets in the way but we always let him play with us Mother calls, but we don't hear There's lots more things to do It's only 5 o'clock, and we're not tired yet But we will be, very shortly Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away Tommy's mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray There is a happy land where only children live You've had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Here is the news
According to the latest world population survey The figures have reached danger point, my god London 15 million 75 thousand New York 80 million Paris 15 million and 30 China 1000 million Billington-Spa: lots My studies included suffragy I formed my own society to study the power of fecundity The world will overpopulate Unless you claim infertility So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives I propose to give the pill Free of charge to those that feel That they are not infertible The crops of few, the cattle gun There's only one way to linger on So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives Achtung, achtung, these are your orders Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air Will be slaughtered and cremated Only one cubic foot of air is... I have prepared a document, legalising mass abortion We will turn a blind eye to infanticide We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives You don't seem to hear me clear Do I talk above your sphere? Let me explain my project dear Show you how I'll save the world Or let it die within the year Why do you look that way at me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives We are hungry men We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to eat you |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you Happy at the sound of your voice Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you Or banish wicked giants from the land But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you We will only love each other as forever When I live my dream When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me And the empty man you left behind It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me Only love can live in my dream I'll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish Wish, and the storm will fade away Wish again, and you will stand before me while the sky will paint an overture And trees will play the rhythm of my dream When I live my dream, please be there to meet me Let me be the one to understand When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me Then we can live in our new land Till the day my dream cascades around me I'm content to let you pass me by Till that day, you'll run to many other men But let them know it's just for now Tell them that I've got a dream And tell them you're the starring role Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy And I'm going to make my dream Tell them I will live my dream Tell them they can laugh at me But don't forget your date with me When I live my dream |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear Peace left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier Frankie drank his money The little that he made Told his woes to no man Friendless, lonely days Then one day, in the ABC Four bright eyes gazed longingly At the ice-cream in the hand of The little bombardier Sunshine entered our Frankie's days Gone his worries, his hopeless maze His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Two young children had changed his aims He gave them toffees and played their games He brought them presents with every coin he made Then two gentlemen called on him Asked him for his name Why was he friends with the children Were they just a game? Leave them alone or we'll get sore We've had blokes like you in the station before The hand of authority said "no more" to The little bombardier Packed his bags, his heart in pain Wiped a tear and caught a train Not to be seen in the town again The little bombardier |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the Botella lanes Preacher takes the school One boy breaks a rule Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Yak butter statues that melt in the sun Cannot dissolve all the work you've not done A chela likes to feel That his overself pays the bill Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue You wish and wish, and wish again You've tried so hard to fly You'll never leave your body now You've got to wait to die La la la la la la la la la la (x2) La la la la la (x2) Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Child of Tibet, you're a gift from the sun Reincarnation of one better man The homeward road is long You've left your prayers and song Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue. |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red Rich men's children running past Their fathers dressed in hose Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes Gazing eyes and running wild Past the stocks and over stiles Kiss the window merry child But come and buy my toys You've watched your father plough the fields with a ram's horn Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest will Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys Leave the parsley on the stalls Come and buy my toys You shall own a cambric shirt You shall work your father's land But now you shall play in the market square Till you'll be a man Smiling girls and rosy boys Come and buy my little toys Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Joe the lion
Went to the bar A couple of drinks on the house an' he said "Tell you who you are if you nail me to my car" Boy Thanks for hesitating This is the kiss off Boy Thanks for hesitating You'll never know the real story Just a couple of dreams You get up and sleep You can buy god it's Monday Slither down the greasy pipe So far so good no one saw you Hobble over any freeway You will be like your dreams tonight You get up and sleep You get up and sleep Joe the lion Made of iron Joe the lion Went to the bar A couple of drinks on the house an' he was A fortune teller he said "Nail me to my car and I'll tell you who you are" Joe the lion, yeah yeah Went to the bar, yeah yeah A couple of dreams and he was A fortune teller he said "Nail me to my car tell you who you are" You get up and sleep The wind blows on your check The day laughs in your face Guess you'll buy a gun You'll buy it secondhand You'll get up and sleep Joe the lion made of iron (repeat ad inf.) |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house
She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back And never took her out She wore a trenchcoat khaki Her hobnail boots were full of holes She's got medals Her mother called her Mary, but she changed her name to Tommy, she's a one, oh She went and joined the army, passed the medical Don't ask me how it's done They sent her to the front line Fighting for her country's name She's got medals She got very tired of picking up girls Cleaning her gun and shaving her curls Then the enemy dropped a bomb Survivors there were none People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed You can see her ghost but that's a lie because the naughty woman isn't dead She deserted on the previous morning Replaced her uniform with dresses silk and green Called herself Eileen Came to London town Now she's settled down She's got medals |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesn't want to know her any more And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesn't have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home "Ah-choo, excuse me" Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket "God, it's pouring down" Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay And I was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, Oh God No, Mr. GD, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes myself And this one here's for you "Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain" |
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from Stigmata (스티그마타) by Billy Corgan [ost] (2000)
Think about the good things
Think about the bad things Think about a reason to see you tonight Something getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna treat you wrong Tie you down pretend you're Madonna Never gonna treat you wrong Oh you pretty thing Shake your pretty thing Gimmee that pretty thing Think about the love thing Think about the sex thing Think about you holding me, taking me down Something getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna do you wrong Strip you down and take you to pieces Always gonna love this song Oh you pretty thing Feel that pretty thing Suck that pretty thing Pretty pretty pretty girl La la la la la la la Hey hey Gimmie love Pretty girl Oh you pretty thing Shake that pretty thing Give me that pretty thing Oh pretty thing Give me that pretty thing Shake that pretty thing Give me that pretty thing Oh you pretty thing Shake that pretty thing Heal that pretty thing |
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from Trainspotting #2 (트레인스포팅 #2) [ost] (1997)
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Don't let me hear you say Life's taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, life's begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Last night they loved you, Opening doors and pulling some strings, angel Come get up my baby In walked luck and you looked in time Never look back, walk tall, act fine Come get up my baby I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Some of these days, and it won't be long Gonna drive back down where you once belonged In the back of a dream car twenty foot long Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart Doing all right, but you gotta get smart Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord I believe all the way Come get up my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, Run for the shadows in these golden years There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say Life's taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
Your coat and hat are gone
I've really can't look at your little empty shelf A ragged teddy bear It feels like we never had a chance Don't look me in the eye We lay in each others arms But the room is just an empty space I guess we've lived it out Something in the air We smiled to fast then can't think of a thing to say Lived with the best times Left with the worst I've danced with you too long Nothing left to say Let's take what we can I know you hold your head up high We've raced for the last time A place of no return And there's is something in the air Something in my eye I've dance with you too long (yeah) Something in the air Something in my eye Abracadoo, I loose you We can't avoid the clash The big mistake Now we're gonna pay and pay The sentence of our lives Can't believe I'm asking you to go We used what we could To get the things we want But we lost each other on the way I guess you know I never wanted anyone more than you Lived all our best times Left with the worst I've danced with you to long Say what you will There's something in the air Raced for the last time Well I know you'll hold your head up high But it's nothing we have to say There's nothing in our eyes But there's something in the air Something in my eye I've danced with you too long There's something I have to say There's something in the air Something in my eye Do do do do Do do do do I've danced with you too long Do do do do Do do do do Danced with you too long Do do Danced with you too long Something in the air Something in the air Do do do do Do do do do |
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from The Falcon And The Snowman (위험한 장난) by Pat Metheny [ost] (1985)
This is not America, sha la la la la
A little piece of you The little peace in me Will die (This is not a miracle) For this is not America Blossom fails to bloom This season Promise not to stare Too long (This is not America) For this is not the miracle There was a time A storm that blew so pure For this could be the biggest sky And I could have The faintest idea (For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la la) Snowman melting From the inside Falcon spirals To the ground (This could be the biggest sky) So bloody red Tomorrow's clouds A little piece of you The little piece in me Will die (This could be a miracle) For this is not America There was a time A wind that blew so young For this could be the biggest sky And I could have the faintest idea (For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la This is not america, no, this is not This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la) |
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from Moulin Rouge (물랑 루즈) by Craig Armstrong [ost] (2001)
There was a boy A very strange and enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But every wise was he And then one day One magic day he passed my way And while we spoke of many things Fools and kings This he said to me The greatest thing You'll ever learn Is just to love And be loved In return |
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from Moulin Rouge (물랑 루즈) by Craig Armstrong [ost] (2001)
This story is about love
The woman I lo, Loved is dead There was a boy A very strange Enchanted boy They say he wandered Very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day One magic day He passed my way While we spoke Of many things Fools and kings This he said to me "The greatest thing You'll ever learn Is just to love and Be loved in return" |
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from Almost Famous (2000)
I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, One Two Five So sick and dirty more dead than alive I'm waiting for the man Hey white boy, what you doing uptown? Hey white boy, you're chasing all the women around Oh pardon me sir it's furthest from my mind I'm just looking for a good friend of mine I'm waiting for the man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes, and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you've always got to wait I'm waiting for the man Brown stone building and three flights of stairs Nobody stops you 'cause nobody cares He's got the works and he gives you sweet taste But then you've got to split because you've got no time to waste I'm waiting for the man Baby don't you holler, darling don't you scream and shout I'm feeling good, I'm going to work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine Until tomorrow but that's just another time I'm waiting for the man I'm waiting for the man Twenty six dollars lying there in my hand Up to Lexington, One Two Five five So sick and dirty more dead than alive I'm waiting for the man |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Poor soul
Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The Barbs laughed The fool is dead Poor dunce He's less than within us The brains talk But the will to live is dead And prayer can't Travel so far these days The talk of your life Standing so near To innocent eyes Poor dunce Swings thru the tunnels And claws his way Is small life so manic Are these really the days Poor dunce Poor dunce Poor soul Poor soul Poor soul |
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from Moonlight Mile (문라이트 마일) by Mark Isham [ost] (2002)
I try to break away from you From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs... By the faggy parks and burnt out va..ans I've got ninety-nine years of layin' in the dark and I'm far too young to lie I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar Its gonna play 'em in before I die { } So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy gonna play I'm just a bob-a-lectic hear Gonna rock-it in your head Shazam! and come ball, where my guitar-um is-a playin' We can give you sweet head I'm tough as glass and clean as night Well, if looks can love, we can love alright I'm your r-r-r-rubber peacock, angelic whore I'm a wrought-iron face upon the wall..l..l I've had ninety-nine tales of murder-come-life, and I'm running away from it all I got a bedroom, every mirror in town, they're gonna claim me if I fall { } Sweet head Gonna give ya sweet head (spoken: While ya down there) See my eyes of blocked emotion See my tremble, see my fall Traumatic, stinkin' fast Your faith in me can last Besides, I'm numb to lay you, rubbin' all Look south the way your mother dwells 'Cause if she knew what's going on, she'd give you hell I'm the kind of man she warned me of Until there was rock, you only had God You and I have a mutual vow We both like gamery, and we both like loud I got pretty shoes, and I'm kin and proud I'm street-side-out, with my ear to the crowd { } Move along, son ca-cho, ca-cho ca-cho, ca-cho Woo |
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from Detroit Rock City (디트로이트 락 시티) by J. Peter Robinson [ost] (1999)
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (3 times)
You've got your mother in a whirl She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's go out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on CHORUS Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! Don't ya? Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's Not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's stay out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on CHORUS Don't ya? Oh? Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (2 times) CHORUS You've torn your dress, your face is a mess You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test You've got your transmission and your live wire You got your cue line and a handful of ludes You wanna be there when they count up the dudes And I love your dress You're a juvenile success Because your face is a mess So how could they know? I said, how could they know? So what you wanna know Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile Where'd you wanna go? What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too 'Cause you've torn your dress And your face is a mess Ooo, your face is a mess Ooo, ooo, so how could they know? Eh, eh, how could they know? Eh, eh |
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from Showgirls (쇼걸) by Dave Stewart [ost] (1995)
Johnny's in America, no tax at the wheel
No-one needs anyone, they don't even just pretend Johnny's in America I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans Johnny's in America Johnny wants a brain, Johnny wants to suck on a coke Johnny wants a woman, Johnny wants to think of a joke Johnny's in America I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans Johnny's in America, Johnny looks up at the stars Johnny combs his hair and Johnny wants pussy in cars Johnny's in America Johnny's in America I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't Yeah, I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American God is an American |
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from The Saint (세인트) by Graeme Revell [ost] (1997)
Stinking weather fat
Shaky hand Dopey morning Doc Grumpy gnomes Little wonder then Little wonder You little wonder Little wonder you Big screen dolls Tits and Explosions Sleepy time Bashful but nude Little wonder then Little wonder You little wonder Little wonder you Enter galactic See me to be you It's all in the tablets Sneezy Bhutan Little wonder then Little wonder You little wonder Little wonder you Mars happy nation Sit on my karma Dame meditation Take me away Little wonder then Little wonder You little wonder Little wonder you |
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from The Wedding Singer (웨딩싱어) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (1998)
I could escape this feeling
With my China Girl I feel a wreck without my Little China Girl I hear her heart beating Loud as thunder Saw their stars crashing I'm a mess without my Little China Girl Wake up mornings where's my Little China Girl I hear her heart's beating Loud as thunder Saw their stars crashing down I feel a-tragic like I'm Marlon Brando When I look at my china girl I could pretend that nothing really meant too much When I look at my china girl I stumble into town just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head Plans for everyone It's in the whites of my eyes My little china girl You shouldn't mess with me I'll ruin everything you are I'll give you television I'll give you eyes of blue I'll give you a man who want to rule the world And when I get excited My little china girl says Oh baby just you shut your mouth She says ... sh-sh-shhh |
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from Lords Of Dogtown (독타운의 제왕들) by Mark Mothersbaugh [ost] (2005)
Hey man, oh leave me alone you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta Hey man, I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place Hey man, my schooldays insane Hey man, my work's down the drain Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she... (CHORUS)Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right Hey man, Henry, don't be unkind, go away Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way Hey man, droogie don't crash here There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes CHORUS Oh hit me! CHORUS A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City Ooo, Sufraggete city, ooo, Suffragette City Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how Sufragette Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am! A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Quite all right A Suffragette City Too fine A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City Oh, Suffragette Suffragette! |
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from Labyrinth (라비린스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1986)
It's only forever
Not long at all The lost and lonely No one can blame you For walking away But too much rejection ? No love injection Life can be easy It's not always swell Don't tell me truth hurts little girl 'cause it hurts like hell (echo: hurts like hell) But down in the underground You'll find someone true Down in the underground A land serene A crystal moon Ah ,ah It's only forever It's not long at all The lost and lonely That's underground Underground |
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from Labyrinth (라비린스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1986)
You remind me of the babe
(What babe?) The babe with the power (What power?) The power of voodoo (Who do?) You do (Do what?) Remind me of the babe I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry What could I do? My baby's love had gone And left my baby blue Nobody knew What kind of magic spell to use Slime and snails Or puppy dog tails? Thunder or lightning Then baby said Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Put that baby's spell on me Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump) Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump) Put that magic jump on me Slap that baby, make him free! I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try What could I do? My baby's fun had gone And left my baby blue Nobody knew What kind of magic spell to use Slime and snails Or puppy dogs tails Thunder or lightning Then baby said: Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) (x4) Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump) (x2) Put that baby's spell on me (ooh) You remind me of the babe (What babe?) The babe with the power (What power?) The power of voodoo (Who do?) You do (Do what?) Remind me of the babe Dance magic, dance, ooh ooh ooh Dance magic, dance magic, ooh ooh ooh Dance magic What kind of magic spell to use Slime and snails Or puppy dog tails Thunder or lightning Something frightening Dance magic, dance Dance magic, dance Put that baby's spell on me Jump magic, jump Jump magic, jump Put that magic jump on me Slap that baby make him free Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump) Jump magic, jump Put that magic jump on me Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) Dance magic, dance Slap that slap that baby make him free Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance) (repeat ad-lib) |
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from Labyrinth (라비린스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1986)
When the sun goes
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down) And the bands are back to back (and the bands are back) The brothers come round (the brothers come round) I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed) I shake my pretty little head (shake my pretty little head) Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet) Feelin' brighter than sunlight Louder than thunder Dancin' like a yo-yo (woooh!) Don't got no problems (no problems) Ain't got no suitcase (no suitcase) Ain't got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about) Ain't got no real estate or jewellery above my dealing-oh (ain't got no real estate...Oh!) I'm just throwin' my head (Throwing his head The chilliest bunch in the land (in the land) They don't look much They're sure chilly chilly They party til they glow, glow (hah!) Chilly down with fire gang Think small with the fire gang (it's the only way) Bad Heads and the fire gang (a smile a day keeps the doctor away) When you think this wild chilly down, chilly down with fire gang (hey, I'm a wild child!) Hang tall with the fire (woh, walk tall) Good times, bad moves(yeah) When you think this wild chilly down, chilly down (ha ha) Live and crazy, plainly lazy High rollin', funky strollin' Ball playin', hip swayin' Trouble makin', booty shakin' Dribblin', passin', jumpin', bouncin' Brylin', stylin', creepin', Shoutin' Sharp and screaming, double dealin' Rock and rollin', and-a readin' With the natural sexy feelin' Can you dig that groovy feelin'? So when things get too tough (get too tough) And your chin is dragging on the ground (dragging on the ground) And even down looks up (down looks up) Bad luck! We can show you a good time (show you a good time) And we don't charge not'ing (not'ing at all) Just strut your nasty stuff Wiggle in the middle, yeah Get the town talkin' fire gang! Chilly down with fire gang (t'ink small) T'ink small with fire gang (Bad Heads!) Bad Heads and the fire gang Hey! Listen up! When you think this wild chilly down, chilly down with fire gang (ah, shake your pretty little head) Hang tall with the fire (tap your pretty little feet) Good times, bad moves (come on! come on!) When your think this wild chilly down, chilly down with fire gang (woooh!) Think small with the fire gang (ha ha ha ha ha ha) Bad Heads and the fire gang! down (when the sun goes down) |
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from Labyrinth (라비린스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1986)
As The World Falls Down -David Bowie-
There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I'll place the sky within your eyes There's such a fooled heart Beating so fast in search of new dreams A love that will last within your heart I'll place the moon within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you-oo-oo As the world falls down Falling (As the world) Falling down Falling in love I'll paint you mornings of gold I'll spin you Valentine evenings Though we're strangers till now We're choosing the path between the stars I'll leave my love between the stars As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you-oo-oo As the world falls down Falling (As the world) Falling down Falling in love |
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from Labyrinth (라비린스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1986)
How you turn my world
You precious thing. You starve and near exhaust me. Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one. You've run so long. You've run so far. Your eyes can be so cruel, Just as I can be so cruel, Oh I do believe in you. Yes I do. Live without your sunlight. Love without your heartbeat. (Falsetto) I... I... Can't.. live.. within.. you... I can't live within you I...I..Can't live within you |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
You know who I am, he said
The speaker was an angel He coughed and shook his crumpled wings Closed his eyes and moved his lips It's time we should be going (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so) Look back in anger, driven by the night Till you come (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so) Look back in anger, see it in my eyes Till you come No one seemed to hear him So he leafed through a magazine And, yawning, rubbed the sleep away Very sane he seemed to me (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so) Look back in anger, driven by the night Till you come (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so) Look back in anger, feel it in my voice Till you come (Waiting so long, ahhh...) (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so) (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so) (Waiting so long, ahhh...) |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
I-I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins-like dolphins can swim Though nothing-nothing will keep us together We can beat them-for ever and ever Oh we can be heroes-just for one day I-I will be king And you-you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be heroes-just for one day We can beat them-just for one day I-I can remember Standing-by the wall And the guns-shot above our heads And we kissed-as though nothing could fall And the shame-was on the other side Oh we can beat them-forever and ever Then we could be heroes-just for one day We can be heroes (3X) Just for one day We can be heroes We′re nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we′re lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one day Oh, oh, oh, ohhh-oh, oh, oh, ohhh, just for one day Oh, just for one day |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
You're just a little girl with grey eyes
Never mind, say something Wait until the crowd cries Oh, wait until the crowd cries You're just a little girl with grey eyes So deep in your room, you never leave your room Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me Talking through the gloom What in the world can you do What in the world can you do I'm in the mood for your love For your love For your love For your love Oh I'm just a little bit afraid of you Cause love won't make you cry But, wait until the crowd goes Oh, Wait until the crowd goes I'm just a little bit afraid of you So deep in your room, you never leave your room Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me Talking through the gloom What in the world can I do What in the world can I do I'm in the mood for your love For your love For your love Oh, what you gonna say? Oh, what you gonna do? Ah, what you gonna be? To be real me, to the real me Under the cool, under the cool and under having a ball What you gonna say to the real me, to the real me Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
Golden years, golden years whop whop
Golden years, golden years whop whop Golden years, golden years whop whop Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, life's begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, golden years whop whop Come get up my baby Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel Come get up my baby In walked luck and you looked in time Never look back, walk tall, act fine Come get up my baby I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, golden years whop whop Come get up my baby Some of these days, and it won't be long Gonna drive back down where you once belonged In the back of a dream car twenty foot long Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart Doing all right, but you gotta get smart Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord I believe all the way Come get up my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, golden years whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, golden years whop whop Golden years, golden years whop whop Golden years, golden years whop whop Golden years, golden years whop whop Golden years, golden years whop whop Golden years, golden years whop whop |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
There's a brand new dance
But I don't know it's name That people from bad homes Do again and again It's big and it's bland Full of tension and fear They do it over there But we don't do it here Fashion, turn to the left Fashion, turn to the right Oo, fashion We are the goon squad and we're coming to town Beep-beep, beep-beep Listen to me, don't listen to me Talk to me, don't talk to me Dance with me, don't dance with me No, beep-beep There's a brand new talk But it's not very clear, oo, bop That people from good homes Are talking this year, oo, bop, fashion It's loud and it's tasteless I've not heard it before, oo, bop Shout it while you're dancing On the dance floor, oo, bop, fashion Fashion, turn to the left Fashion, right Fashion We are the goon squad and we're coming to town Beep-beep, beep-beep Listen to me, don't listen to me Talk to me, don't talk to me Dance with me, don't dance with me No, beep-beep Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la-la-la la la la la la Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la-la-la la la la la Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la la la la la la Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion Oo, bop, do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Fa fa fa fa fashion, la-la-la-la la la la la la |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
Let's dance
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues Let's dance To the songs they're playin' on the radio Let's sway While colour lights up your face Let's sway Sway through the crowd to an empty space If you say run, I'll run with you If you say hide, we'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two If you should fall Into my arms And tremble like a flower Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance For fear your grace should fall Let's dance For fear tonight is all Let's sway You could look into my eyes Let's sway Under the moonlight, the serious moonlight And if you say run, I'll run with you And if you say hide, we'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two If you should fall Into my arms And tremble like a flower Let's dance Put on your red shoes and dance the blues Let's sway Under the moonlight, the serious moonlight Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
Baby, I've been, breaking glass in your room again
Listen Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it See You're such a wonderful person But you got problems oh-oh-oh-oh I'll never touch you |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling 'No' And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the silver screen But the film is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? It's on Amerika's tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame 'Cause Lennon's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a saddening bore 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue
The only thing I ever got from you was sorrow Sorrow You acted funny trying to spend my money You're out there playing your high class games of sorrow Sorrow You never do what you know you oughta Something tells me you're a Devil's daughter Sorrow, sorrow Ahhhh, ah, ahhhh I tried to find her 'Cause I can't resist her (I tried to find her) I never knew just how much I missed her Sorrow Sorrow With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue The only thing I ever got from you was sorrow Sorrow Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh With your long blonde hair I couldn't sleep last night With your long blonde hair |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years Colder than the moon It's been so long And I've been putting out fire With gasoline Feel my blood enraged It's just the fear of losing you Don't you know my name Well, you been so long See these eyes so red Red like jungle burning bright Those who feel me near Pull the blinds and change their minds It's been so long Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me Ya wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well it's been so long And I've been putting out fire with gasoline putting out fire with gasoline See these tears so blue An ageless heart that can never mend These tears can never dry A judgement made can never bend See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Just be still with me You wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well, it's been so long And I've been putting out fire with gasoline putting out fire with gasoline |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
I could escape this feeling, with my china girl
I feel a wreck without my, little china girl I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder Saw they stars crashing I'm a ness without my, little china girl Wake up mornings where's my, little china girl I hear her heart's beating, loud as thunder Saw they stars crashing down I feel a-tragic like I'm marlon brando When I look at my china girl I could pretend that nothing really meant too much When I look at my china girl I stumble into town just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head Plans for everyone It's in the whites of my eyes My little china girl You shouldn't mess with me I'll ruin everything you are I'll give you television I'll give you eyes of blue I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world And when I get excited My little china girl says Oh baby just you shut your mouth She says ... sh-sh-shhh |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
She had an horror of rooms she was tired you can't hide beat
When I looked in her eyes they were blue but nobody home She could've been a killer if she didn't walk the way she do, and she do She opened strange doors that we'd never close again She began to wail jealousies scream Waiting at the light know what I mean Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared She asked me to stay and I stole her room She asked for my love and I gave her a dangerous mind Now she's stupid in the street and she can't socialise Well I love the little girl and I'll love her till the day she dies She wails Jimmy's guitar sound jealousies scream Waiting at the light know what I mean Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Oh oh woh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh oh Oh oh oh, oh oh |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo You've got your mother in a whirl She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's go out tonight You like me and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel rebel, your face is a mess Rebel rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so ''Don't ya?'' Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's Not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's stay out tonight You like me and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel rebel, your face is a mess Rebel rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so ''Don't ya?'' Uh! Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel rebel, your face is a mess Rebel rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so Don't ya? You've torn your dress, your face is a mess You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test You've got your transmission and your live wire You got your cue line and a handful of ludes You wanna be there when they count up the dues And I love your dress You're a juvenile success Because your face is a mess So how could they know? I said, how could they know? So what you wanna know? Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile Where'd you wanna go? What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too 'Cause you've torn your dress And your face is a mess Ooh, your face is a mess Ooh, ooh, so how could they know? Eh, eh, how could they know? Eh, eh |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
White light - White light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - White light gonna make me feel so insane White heat - White heat shapin' them down to my toes White light - White light's got it now, goodness knows White light - White light gonna drive me out of my mind White light - White light's surely gonna make me blind White heat - White heat shaping way down to my toes White light - White light could kill me now, goodness knows Oh, oh, white light Oh, oh, white light Oh, oh, white heat Oh, oh, white heat White light - White light gonna drive me out of my brain White light - White light gonna make me feel so insane White heat - White heat shapin' them down to my toes White light - White light's got it now, goodness knows White light - White light gonna drive me out of my mind White light - White light's surely gonna make me blind White heat - White heat shaping way down to my toes White light - White light could kill me now, goodness knows Oh, oh, white light Oh, oh, white light Oh, oh, white heat Oh, oh, white heat Oh, oh, white light Oh, oh, white light Oh, oh, white heat Oh, oh, white heat White light's a-flashing White light Still feels right What's that sound, what's that sound Don't turn on, be dead or alive No feeling Here she comes Oww, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh) here she comes (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff From where dreams are woven Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle Here am I, flashing no colour Tall in this room overlooking the ocean Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkhuth There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains Once there were mountains on mountains And once there were sunbirds to soar with And once I could never be down Got to keep searching and searching Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love? Wonderful, wonder who, wonder when Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy? Drink to the men who protect you and I Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high TWO TIMES: It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be love It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here I must be only one in a million I won't let the day pass without her It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here Should I believe that I've been stricken? Does my face show some kind of glow? It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here, yes it's here It's too late It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late The european cannon is here |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
I've seen all the rest of my Hollywood highs
The best of the last, cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff from my legend, the films that I made Forget that I'm fifty, 'cause you just got paid Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you'll feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead You found yourself a trick down on Sunset and Vine But since you pinned your baby you're a porcupine You sold me illusions, a sack full of checques You made a bad connection 'cause I just want your sex Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you'll feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead Stay Ooh, stay Just for a day Ooh yeah Don't you care? Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo! Oh yeah |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song? I've heard a rumour from ground control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the action man: "I'm happy, hope you're happy, too I've loved all I've needed love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing just Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but this planet is glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing... Ashes to ash and funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again, I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend I'm happy, hope you're happy, too One flash of light but no smoking pistol I've never done good things I've never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said... |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns "Gee, my life's a funny thing Am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but (All night) She wants the young American (Young American, young American) (She wants the young American) (All right) But she wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window (Whoo) She finds a slinky vagabond (Whoo) He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing (Whoo) Misses a step and cuts his hand, but (Whoo) Showing nothing, he swoops like a song, she cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" (All night) She wants the young American (Young American, young American) (She wants the young American) (All right) Well, she wants the young American All the way from Washington Her breadwinner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these 20 years Do we have to die for the 50 more?" (All night) He wants the young American (Young American, young American) (He wants the young American) (All right) all right He wants the young American Do you remember your President Nixon? (Whoo) Do you remember the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday? Have you been un-American? (Whoo) Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout (Whoo) Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (Whoo) In case, just in case of depression? (Whoo) Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners Ain't that close to love? (Whoo) Well, ain't that poster love? (Whoo) Well, it ain't that Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you have (All night) All night you want the young American (Young American, young American) Young American (You want the young American) All right You want the young American You ain't a pimp, and you ain't a hustler (Young American, young American) A pimp's got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler (You want the young American) (All night) Black's got respect, and white's got his Soul Train Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh, boy) I got a suite and you got defeat (All night) Ain't there a man who can say no more? And ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? And ain't there a child I can hold without judging? (Young American, young American) And ain't there a pen that will write before they die? (All night) Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry? All night I want the young American (Young American, young American) Young American (I want the young American) (All right) I want the young American, young American (Young American, young American) I want what you want, I want what you want (I want the young American) (All night) You want me, I want you, you want I, I want you, want (Young American, young American) I want you, do you want me? (I want the young American) (All night) You want I, I want you And all I want is the young American (Young American, young American) Young American (I want the young American) |
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from Cool World (쿨 월드) by Mark Isham [ost] (1992)
So far this love is delightful
The face of seduction was you But I listened for each and every footstep In this Real Cool World Questioning saintlike and fantastic heroes Feeling like lost little children in fabled lands So I listen for each and every friendship In this Real Cool World Now there is you In my Real Cool World Starry-eyed life but somehow believing in nothing You whisper sweet nothing but reading between your lines I listen color me doubtful In this Real Cool World Now there is you In my Real Cool World You came from nowhere You came from nowhere You held me you shook me Hey It's a Cool World It's a Cool World It's a Real Cool World It's a Real Cool World It's a Real Cool World It's a Real Cool World Now there is you In my Real Cool World Now there is you In my Real Cool World Mmmm Real Cool World |
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from The Heartbreak Kid (히트브레이크 키드) by Bill Ryan [best, ost] (2007)
Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song? I've heard a rumour from ground control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the action man: "I'm happy, hope you're happy, too I've loved all I've needed love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing just Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but this planet is glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing... Ashes to ash and funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again, I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend I'm happy, hope you're happy, too One flash of light but no smoking pistol I've never done good things I've never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said... |
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from The Heartbreak Kid (히트브레이크 키드) by Bill Ryan [best, ost] (2007)
Hey man, oh leave me alone you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta Hey man, I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place Hey man, my schooldays insane Hey man, my work's down the drain Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she... (CHORUS)Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right Hey man, Henry, don't be unkind, go away Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way Hey man, droogie don't crash here There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes CHORUS Oh hit me! CHORUS A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City Ooo, Sufraggete city, ooo, Suffragette City Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how Sufragette Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am! A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Quite all right A Suffragette City Too fine A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City Oh, Suffragette Suffragette! |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may God's love be with you Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff This is Ground Control to Major Tom You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare "This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell me wife I love her very much she knows" Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you.... "Here am I floating round my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do." |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
Spy,spy,pretty girl,
I see you see me through your window. Don't turn your nose up, Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or the last. It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house, And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you. I'm the Cream Of the Great Utopia Dream. And you're the gleam In the depths of your banker's spleen. I'm a phallus in pigtails And there's blood on my nose, And my tissue is rotting Where the rats chew my bones, And my eye sockets empty See nothing but pain. I keep having this brainstorm About twelve times a day. So now,You could spend the morning walking with me,quite amazed As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed. I got eyes in my backside That see electric tomatoes On credit card rye bread. There are children in washrooms Holding hands with a queen. And my heads full of murders Where only killers scream. So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed Look out,I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed. Now you run from your window To the porcelain bowl. And you're sick from your ears To the red parquet floor. And the Braque on the wall Slides down your front And eats through your belly. It's very catching. So now,you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean. So rest your head and read a treasured dream. I care for no one else but you. I tear my soul to cease the pain. I think maybe you feel the same, What can we do? I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do. So I've been writing just for you. They say your life is going very well. They say you sparkle like a different girl. But something tells me that you hide When all the world is warm and tired. You cry a little in the dark, Well so do I. I'm not quite sure what you're supposed to say, But I can see it's not okay. He makes you laugh He brings you out in style. He treats you well And makes you up real fine. And when he's strong, He's strong for you. And when you kiss It's something new. But did you ever call my name Just by mistake? I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do. So I'll just write some love to you. |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time, at times, I guess Because of you I need to rest Because it's you that sets the test So much has gone and little is new And as the sparrow sings Dawn chorus for Someone else to hear The Thinker sits alone growing older And so bitter "I gave Them life I gave Them all They drained my very soul...dry I crushed my heart to ease Their pains No thought for me remains there Nothing can They spare What of me? Who praised Their efforts to be free? Words of strength and care and sympathy I opened doors that would have blocked Their way I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay I ravaged at my finance just for Those Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility Those who said a new world, new ways ever free Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me" I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes I love you badly, just in time, at times, I guess Because of you I need to rest, oh yes Because it's you that sets the test So much has gone and little is new And as the sunrise stream Flickers on me, My friends talk Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word "We had a friend, a talking man Who spoke of many powers that he had Not of the best of men, but Ours We used him We let him use his powers We let him fill Our needs Now We are strong And the road is coming to its end Now the damned have no time to make amends No purse of token fortune stands in Our way The silent guns of love will blast the sky We broke the ruptured structure built of age Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage Where money stood We planted seeds of rebirth And stabbed the backs of fathers Sons of dirt Infiltrated business cesspools Hating through Our sleeves Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat Stoned the poor on slogans such as 'Wish You Could Hear' 'Love Is All We Need' 'Kick Out The Jams' 'Kick Out Your Mother' 'Cut Up Your Friend' 'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End' And We Know the Flag of Love is from Above And We Can Force You to Be Free And We Can Force You to Believe" And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain It said: "I believe in the Power of Good I Believe in the State of Love I Will Fight For the Right to be Right I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right" And I open my eyes to look around And I see a child laid slain on the ground As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command But not hearing anymore - Not hearing anymore Just the shrieks from the old rich And I Want to Believe In the madness that calls 'Now' And I want to Believe That a light's shining through Somehow And I Want to Believe And You Want to Believe And We Want to Believe And We Want to Live Oh, We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live Live Live Live |
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Trackback from :: 끔찍하게 민감한 마음 :: 2012-07-06 20:06:14
Subject : Leave me alone!!!!! <크로니클>(Chronicle, 2012)
