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from David Bowie - The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars (1972)
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
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 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? 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)
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)
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 - The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars (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 now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang 'came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls With 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 kid was just crass, he was the nazz With God given ass aww 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 playyyyed guitaarrrrrr |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
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 now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang 'came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls With 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 kid was just crass, he was the nazz With God given ass aww 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 playyyyed guitaarrrrrr |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
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 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? 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 - 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)
(Ladies and Gentlemen)
(Tonight, yes, the Zeroes will be singing for you!) Yeah Yeah (x4) You've arrived in the land of a thousand different names And the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames Now tomorrow's 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 Yeah 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 Doesn't matter (repeat ad lib) Doesn't matter, doesn't matter |
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from David Bowie - Young Americans (1975)
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 David Bowie - Serious Moonlight Live E.P. [ep, 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 CHORUS All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" CHORUS All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" CHORUS Do you remember, your President Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday? Have you have been an un-American? Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression? Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? Well, it ain't that Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you have CHORUS (YOU) All night You want the 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 A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler 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 Ain't there a man you 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? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there one damn song that can make me Break down and cry? CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times) All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American |
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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 David Bowie - Black Tie White Noise (2005)
Where's the pain in the violent night?
I'm depressed by the grill I stay over many years I should have thought of that For the love of the money Like a black-hearted vile thing It's the nature of being It's too many lonely nights I can't tell bad from wrong I can't pass you by Too exchanging You've been around But you've changed me When the flesh meets the spirit world Where the traffic is thin I slip from a vacant view I should have thought of that And the sound of tomorrow Like a black-hearted vile thing Like the silence of tension It's too many lonely nights I can't tell good from bad I can't pass you by Too exchanging You've been around But you've changed me You've been around Can't pass you by You've been around But you've changed me Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-change! Too exchanging You've been around But you've changed me You've been around Can't pass you by You've been around But you've changed me You've been around Can't pass you by You've been around But you've changed me |
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from David Bowie - Station To Station [ep] (1976)
IN THIS AGE OF GRAND DELUSION YOU WALKED INTO MY LIFE
OUT OF MY DREAMS I DON'T NEED ANOTHER CHANGE, STILL YOU FORCED AWAY INTO MY SCHEME OF THINGS YOU SAY WE'RE GROWING, GROWING HEART AND SOUL IN THIS AGE OF GRAND DELUSION YOU WALKED INTO MY LIFE OUT OF MY DREAMS SWEET NAME, YOU'RE BORN ONCE AGAIN FOR ME SWEET NAME, YOU'RE BORN ONCE AGAIN FOR ME OH SWEET NAME, I CALL YOU AGAIN, YOU'RE BORN ONCE AGAIN FOR ME JUST BECAUSE I BELIEVE DON'T MEAN I DON'T THINK AS WELL DON'T HAVE TO QUESTION EV'RYTHING IN HEAVEN AND HELL LORD, I KNEEL AND OFFER YOU MY WORD ON A WING AND I'M TRYING HARD TO FIT AMONG YOUR SCHEME OF THINGS IT'S SAFER THAN A STRANGE LAND, BUT I STILL CARE FOR MYSELF AND I DON'T STAND IN MY OWN LIGHT LORD, OH LORD, MY PRAYER FLIES LIKE A WORD ON A WING MY PRAYER FLIES LIKE A WORD ON A WING DOES MY PRAYER FIT IN WITH YOUR SCHEME OF THINGS? IN THIS AGE OF GRAND DELUSION YOU WALKED INTO MY LIFE OUT OF MY DREAMS SWEET NAME, YOU'RE BORN ONCE AGAIN FOR ME JUST AS LONG AS I CAN SEE, I'LL NEVER STOP THIS VISION FLOWING I LOOK TWICE AND YOU'RE STILL FLOWING JUST AS LONG AS I CAN WALK I'LL WALK BESIDE YOU, I'M ALIVE IN YOU SWEET NAME, YOU'RE BORN ONCE AGAIN FOR ME AND I'M READY TO SHAPE THE SCHEME OF THINGS OOH, READY TO SHAPE THE SCHEME OF THINGS OOH, READY TO SHAPE THE SCHEME OF THINGS OOH, READY TO SHAPE THE SCHEME OF THINGS OOH, READY TO SHAPE THE SCHEME OF THINGS OOH, READY TO SHAPE THE SCHEME OF THINGS OOH. . . LORD, I KNEEL AND OFFER YOU MY WORD ON A WING AND I'M TRYING HARD TO FIT AMONG YOUR SCHEME OF THINGS IT'S SAFER THAN A STRANGE LAND, BUT I STILL CARE FOR MYSELF AND I DON'T STAND IN MY OWN LIGHT LORD, LORD, I KNEEL AND OFFER YOU MY WORD ON A WING AND I'M TRYING HARD TO FIT AMONG YOUR SCHEME OF THINGS IT'S SAFER THAN A STRANGE LAND, BUT I STILL CARE FOR MYSELF AND I DON'T STAND IN MY OWN LIG LORD, OH LORD, MY PRAYER FLIES LIKE A WORD ON A WING MY PRAYER FLIES LIKE A WORD ON A WING DOES MY PRAYER FIT IN WITH YOUR SCHEME OF THINGS? |
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from David Bowie - Let's Dance (1983)
Just when I'm ready to throw in my hand
Just when the best things in life are gone I look into your eyes There's no smoke without fire You're exactly who I want to be with Without you What would I do And when I'm willing to call it a day Just when I won't take another chance I hold your hand There's no smoke without fire Woman I love you Without you What would I do |
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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 - Young Americans (1975)
(Hey, it ain't over)
Me, I hope that I'm crazy I feel you driving and you're only the wheel Slow down, let someone love you Ohh, I've never touched you since I started to feel If there's nothing to hide me Then you've never seen me hanging naked and wired Somebody lied, but I say it's hip To be alive CHORUS Now your smile is spreading thin Seems you're trying not to lose Since I'm not supposed to grin All you've got to do is win (that's all ya gotta do) (ooh, it ain't over) Me, I'm fresh on your pages Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud Life lies dumb on its heroes Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud Someone like you should not be allowed To start any fires CHORUS (that's all ya gotta do) (ohh, it ain't over) CHORUS (thats all ya gotta do, ohh) All you've got to do is win (it ain't over) When your smile is spreading thin (seek and believe in you) Since you're trying not to lose (it ain't over, no, no) Since I'm not supposed to grin (that's all ya gotta do) All you've got to do is win (it ain't over, no) (seek and believe in you) All you've got to do is win (it ain't over, no, no) Wo-ohh, all you've got Is all you've got (it ain't over) It ain't over... |
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from David Bowie - Station To Station [ep] (1976)
LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, SAY YOU DO
LET ME FLY AWAY WITH YOU FOR MY LOVE IS LIKE THE WIND, AND WILD IS THE WIND WILD IS THE WIND GIVE ME MORE THAN ONE CARESS, SATISFY THIS HUNGRINESS LET THE WIND BLOW THROUGH YOUR HEART FOR WILD IS THE WIND, WILD IS THE WIND YOU . . . TOUCH ME, I HEAR THE SOUND OF MANDOLINS YOU . . . KISS ME WITH YOUR KISS MY LIFE BEGINS YOU'RE SPRING TO ME, ALL THINGS TO ME DON'T YOU KNOW, YOU'RE LIFE ITSELF! LIKE THE LEAF CLINGS TO THE TREE, OH, MY DARLING, CLING TO ME FOR WE'RE LIKE CREATURES OF THE WIND, AND WILD IS THE WIND WILD IS THE WIND YOU . . . TOUCH ME, I HEAR THE SOUND OF MANDOLINS YOU . . . KISS ME WITH YOUR KISS MY LIFE BEGINS YOU'RE SPRING TO ME, ALL THINGS TO ME DON'T YOU KNOW, YOU'RE LIFE ITSELF! LIKE THE LEAF CLINGS TO THE TREE, OH, MY DARLING, CLING TO ME FOR WE'RE LIKE CREATURES OF THE WIND, AND WILD IS THE WIND WILD IS THE WIND WILD IS THE WIND etc. |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
The village settles down
Undetected by 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 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 the face Of the wide-eyed boy from Freecloud And the women once proud Clutched the heart of the crowd As theboulders 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 tumbling down To the rumbling ground And the missionary mystic of peace/love Stumbled to cry among the clouds Kicking back the pebbles From the Freecloud mountain Track. |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
Solemn faced
The village settles down Undetected by 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 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 the face Of the wide-eyed boy from Freecloud And the women once proud Clutched the heart of the crowd As theboulders 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 tumbling down To the rumbling ground And the missionary mystic of peace/love Stumbled to cry among the clouds Kicking back the pebbles From the Freecloud mountain track. |
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from David Bowie - Young Americans (1975)
Everybody's raised in blindness
Everbody know's it's true Everybody feels that everything is real Anbody's point of you Nobody can break their bondage Everyone can feel their chains But even in my life I knew you found your sight And nothing would be quite the same Please help me Whoooo, can I be nooow you found me Oooo, can I be held apart, you found me Nooow can I be, nooow you found me Nooow can I be real Can I be real (Backing singers: "Sombody real") If it's all a vast creation Putting on a face that's new Someone has to see a role for him and me Someone might as well be you Up in heaven any angel writes a special game to play Oh ho, could we, could we make a start to snatch their Angels part a major role for everyday Please help me Whoooo, can I be nooow you found me Oooo, can I be held apart, you found me Nooow can I be nooow you found me Nooow can I be real(Can I be) Whooo, can I be Nooow you found me Whoooo, can I be held apart you found me Nooow can I be, nooow you found me Noooow can I, can I be real Can I be Can I be You found me Who can I be real Ye ye yeah Can I be You found Love Can I be real Can, can I |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
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)
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 - 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 - Hours... (1999)
Grown inside a plastic box
Micro thoughts and safety locks Hearts become outdated clocks Ticking in your mind Grown inside a plastic box Micro thoughts and safety locks Hearts become outdated clocks Ticking in your mind What's really happening? What tore us apart? What's really happening? What's really happening? What tore us apart? What's really happening? Now it's time to close our eyes Now it's time to say goodbye Now it's time to face the lie That we'd never cry What's really happening? What tore us apart? What's really happening? What's really happening? What tore us apart? What's really happening? All the clouds are made of glass And they're slowly sinking Falling like the shattered past Were we built to last? What's really happening? What tore us apart? What's really happening? What's really happening? What tore us apart? What's really happening? |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
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 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 the real me To the real me Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh |
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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 - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you, wondered if you saw things my way People will hold us to blame It hit me today, it hit me today We're taking it hard all the time Why don't we pass it by? Just reply, you've changed your mind We're fighting with the eyes of a lie Taking it hard, taking it hard But now We feel that we are paid for, choking on you nightly They tell me "Son, we want you." Be elusive, but don't walk far For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For your dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy You're just an ally of the leecher Procreator for the virgin king, but I love you in your funky pumps And your nimble dress betrayals Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said We are the dead One thing kind of touched me today I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid Pressing our love through the night Knowing it's right, knowing it's right Now I'm hoping some one will care Living on the breath of a hope to be shared Trusting on the sums of our love, that some one will care, some one will care But no...i..ho We're todays scrambled creatures locked in tomorrows double feature Heavens on the pillow, its silence competes with hell It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell And the streets are full of brass men, bent on getting hung and buried And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round baby bankrupt, who sucks you while you're sleeping It's the theater of financiers, count them, fifteen 'round the table, white and dressed to kill Oh, caress yourself, my juicy, for my hands have all but whithered Oh, dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said We are the dead We are dead We are the dead |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way People will hold us to blame It hit me today, it hit me today We?re taking it hard all the time Why don?t we pass it by? Just reply, you?ve changed your mind We?re fighting with the eyes of the blind Taking it hard, taking it hard Yet now We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don?t walk far For we?re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For you?re dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy You?re just an ally of the leecher Locator for the virgin king, but I love you in your f**k-me pumps And your nimble dress that trails Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails Because of all we?ve seen, because of all we?ve said We are the dead One thing kind of touched me today I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid Pressing our love through the night Knowing it?s right, knowing it?s right Now I?m hoping someone will care Living on the breath of a hope to be shared Trusting on the sons of our love That someone will care, someone will care But now We?re today?s scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow?s double feature Heaven?s on the pillow, it?s silence competes with hell It?s a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell And the streets are full of press men Bent on getting hung and buried And the legendary curtains are drawn ?round baby bankrupt Who sucks you while you?re sleeping It?s the theater of financiers Count them, fifty ?round a table White and dressed to kill Oh caress yourself, my juicy For my hands have all but withered Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs Because of all we?ve seen, because of all we?ve said We are the dead We are the dead We are the dead |
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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 - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
Shakey threw a party that lasted all night
Everybody drank a lot of something nice There was an old-fashioned band of married men Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so The ladies looking bad but the music was sad No one took their eyes off Lorraine She shimmered and she strolled like a Chicago moll Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so Yeah! it was time to unfreeze When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees Yeah! Well, it wasn't it a game Cracking all the mirrors in shame CHORUS Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man He talks like a jerk but he's only taking care of the room Must be in tune A Benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands Shakey hung him up to dry The pundits were joking, the manholes were smoking Every bottle battled with the reason why The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone A throw back from someone's LP A lemon in a bag played a Tiger Rag And the villains on the screen stopped bleeding Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf For I couldn't understand the conversation Yeah! So I ran to the street, looking for information CHORUS Watch that man, baby Watch that man (repeat ad inf.) Keep cool, baby |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
Shaky threw a party that lasted all night
Everybody drank a lot of something nice There was an old fashioned band of married men Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so The ladies looked bad but the music was sad No one took their eyes off Lorraine She shimmered and she strolled like a Chicago moll Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so Yea! it was time to unfreeze When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees Slam! so it wasn't a game Cracking all the mirrors in shame Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man He walks like a jerk But he's only taking care of the room Must be in tune A Benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands So Shaky hung him up to dry The pundits were hoking the manholes were smoking And every bottle battled with the reason why The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone A throw back from someone's LP A lemon in a bag played the Tiger Rag And the bodies on the screen stopped bleeding Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf For I couldn't understand the conversation Yeah! I ran to the street, looking for information Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man He walks like a jerk But he's only taking care of the room Must be in tune Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man Watch that man |
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from David Bowie - Christiane F - Wir Kinder Vom Bahnhoff Z (1982)
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
Sula vie dilejo Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm Sula vie milejo Mmm-omm Cheli venco deho Cheli venco deho Malio Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm Helibo seyoman Cheli venco raero Malio Malio |
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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 - The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars (1972)
You got crazy legs
You got amazin' hair You got rings on your fingers And your hair's hot red You got wit from my tongue Name on the sun I got you goin' to my breast 'cause you're the only one Who uses school for pleasure You make me act real gone You make me troll along I have to ravish your capsule Suck you dry Feel the teeth in your bones You give head with my own I give up, i'm your whore [ . . . ] Here all together Velvet goldmine You stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it But the princess you must stay Velvet goldmine Naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano Writhe for you again and again My velvet goldmine You're my tricks, my trip I'll be your masters yet I'll chop your hair off for kicks You'll make me jump to my feet So when you give me your hand, give me your sound Let my sea wash your face I'm fallin', i can't stand Put your mink on Velvet goldmine You stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it But the princess you must stay Velvet goldmine Naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano Writhe for you again and again My velvet goldmine |
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from David Bowie - Christiane F - Wir Kinder Vom Bahnhoff Z (1982)
V-2 Schneider
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from David Bowie - Scary Monsters (1980)
The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom
And the possibilities it seems to offer It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it A series of shocks - sneakers fall apart Earth keeps on rolling - witnesses falling It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards It'll be alright ooo-ooo While we sleep they go to work We're legally crippled it's the death of love It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it More idols then realities I'm ok, you're so-so Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards It'll be alright ooo-ooo |
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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 Queen, David Bowie - Under Pressure [single] (1981)
Under Pressure
Words and music by Queen and David Bowie (Roger actually) 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 Do do do bah bah bah bah O-kay Chippin' around Kick my brains round 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 higher 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 that one more chance? Why can't we give love give love give love? 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 people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way Of caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves under pressure Under pressure pressure |
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from Queen, David Bowie - Under Pressure [single] (1981)
Under Pressure
Words and music by Queen and David Bowie (Roger actually) 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 Do do do bah bah bah bah O-kay Chippin' around Kick my brains round 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 higher 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 that one more chance? Why can't we give love give love give love? 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 people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way Of caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves under pressure Under pressure pressure |
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from Queen, David Bowie - Under Pressure [single] (1981)
Under Pressure
Words and music by Queen and David Bowie (Roger actually) 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 Do do do bah bah bah bah O-kay Chippin' around Kick my brains round 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 higher 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 that one more chance? Why can't we give love give love give love? 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 people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way Of caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves under pressure Under pressure pressure |
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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 - Station To Station [ep] (1976)
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels So hologramic, oh my T V C one five I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlorn She saw my T V C one five, baby's gone, she She crawled right in, oh my She crawled right in my So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Oh, so demonic, oh my T V C one five Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading "Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature" My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my T V C one five One of these nights I may just Jump down that rainbow way. be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my T V C one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading "Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature" My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my T V C one five One of these nights I may just Jump down that rainbow way. be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my T V C one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Ohh Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels So hologramic, oh my t v see one five I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlon She saw my t v see one five, and then baby's gone, she She crawled right in, oh my She crawled right in my So hologramic, oh my t v see one five Oh, so demonic, oh my t v see one five Maybe if i pray every, each night i sit there pleading "send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature" My t v see one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my t v see one five One of these nights i may just Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my t v see one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my t v see one five Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Maybe if i pray every, each night i sit there pleading "send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature" My t v see one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my t v see one five One of these nights i may just Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my t v see one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my t v see one five Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five Oh my t v see one five, oh oh, t v see one five |
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from David Bowie - Christiane F - Wir Kinder Vom Bahnhoff Z (1982)
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Ohh Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels So hologramic, oh my T V C one five I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlorn She saw my T V C one five, and then baby's gone, she She crawled right in, oh my She crawled right in my So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Oh, so demonic, oh my T V C one five Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my T V C one five One of these nights I may just Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my T V C one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking So hologramic, oh my T V C one five One of these nights I may just Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then We'll spend some time together So hologramic, oh my T V C one five My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky So hologramic, oh my T V C one five Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Transition Transmission Transition Transmission Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five |
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from David Bowie - Tonight (2003)
I've seen the city
I took the next flight For Borneo They say it's pretty I like the tee shirts In Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others in Playboy Or Duvalier Make the last plane come Let me rise through the cloudy above With a book on Borneo Strangers come and go It's such a waste of time Problems far behind Another day But even in springtime It's a rich slice of life So send me a letter I'll reply with a broken spear That dusky mulatto In nylons and tattoos Hot juice in coke bottles We dance in the sand Well, they twirl and they tumble Yes, they twirl and they tumble Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble I've been to Leon's He's got nine daughters And a stereo They say that Leon Watches from the tree tops In Borneo When the road is mud Everything stops with a thud That's the way it goes down yonder in Borneo Far beneath his mansion There's an open drain Sending all the sewage down the hill But when the general shows movies No one hesitates To sneak from the jungle They laugh and they mumble Enjoying the show And that dusky mulatto Hot juice in coke bottles In Blue Jeans and tattoos Well, they twirl and they tumble Yes, they twirl and they tumble Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble I like the free world They say it's pretty This time of year They tumble and twirl <i>[x2]</i> I'll tumble and twirl They twirl and they tumble <i>[x2]</i> I like the free world <i>[x2]</i> They say it's pretty This time of year <i>[x2]</i> |
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from David Bowie - Tonight (2003)
Everything will be alright tonight
Everything will be alright tonight No one moves No one talks No one thinks No one walks tonight Tonight Everyone will be alright tonight Everyone will be alright tonight No one moves No one talks No one thinks No one walks tonight Tonight I am gonna love you till the end I will love you till I reach the end I will love you till I die I will see you in the sky Tonight |
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from David Bowie - Time Will Crawl [ep] (2007)
I've never sailed on a sea
I would not challenge a giant I could not take on the church Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose I know a government man He was as blind as the moon He saw the sun in the night He took a top-gun pilot He made him fly thru a hole Till he grew real old And he never came down He just flew till he burst Time will crawl till our mouths run dry Time will crawl till our feet grow small Time will crawl till our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose I saw a black black stream Full of white eyed fish And a drowning man With no eyes at all I felt a warm warm breeze That melted metal and steel I got a bad migraine That lasted three long years And the pills that I took Made my fingers disappear Time will crawl, time will crawl Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose You were a talented child You came to live in our town We never bothered to scream When your mask went on We only smelt the gas As we lay down to sleep Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our mouths run dry Time will crawl and our feet grow small Time will crawl and our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose For the crazy child We'll give every life For the crackpot notion |
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from David Bowie - Time Will Crawl [ep] (2007)
I've never sailed on a sea
I would not challenge a giant I could not take on the church Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose I know a government man He was as blind as the moon He saw the sun in the night He took a top-gun pilot He made him fly thru a hole Till he grew real old And he never came down He just flew till he burst Time will crawl till our mouths run dry Time will crawl till our feet grow small Time will crawl till our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose I saw a black black stream Full of white eyed fish And a drowning man With no eyes at all I felt a warm warm breeze That melted metal and steel I got a bad migraine That lasted three long years And the pills that I took Made my fingers disappear Time will crawl, time will crawl Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose You were a talented child You came to live in our town We never bothered to scream When your mask went on We only smelt the gas As we lay down to sleep Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our mouths run dry Time will crawl and our feet grow small Time will crawl and our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose For the crazy child We'll give every life For the crackpot notion |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down (1987)
I've never sailed on a sea
I would not challenge a giant I could not take on the church Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose I know a government man He was as blind as the moon He saw the sun in the night He took a top-gun pilot He made him fly thru a hole Till he grew real old And he never came down He just flew till he burst Time will crawl till our mouths run dry Time will crawl till our feet grow small Time will crawl till our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose I saw a black black stream Full of white eyed fish And a drowning man With no eyes at all I felt a warm warm breeze That melted metal and steel I got a bad migrane That lasted three long years And the pills that I took Made my fingers disappear Time will crawl, time will crawl Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose You were a talented child You came to live in our town We never bothered to scream When your mask came off We only smelt the gas As we lay down to sleep Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our mouths run dry Time will crawl and our feet grow small Time will crawl and our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose For the crazy child We'll give every life For the crackpot notion |
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from David Bowie - Time Will Crawl [ep] (2007)
I've never sailed on a sea
I would not challenge a giant I could not take on the church Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose I know a government man He was as blind as the moon He saw the sun in the night He took a top-gun pilot He made him fly thru a hole Till he grew real old And he never came down He just flew till he burst Time will crawl till our mouths run dry Time will crawl till our feet grow small Time will crawl till our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose I saw a black black stream Full of white eyed fish And a drowning man With no eyes at all I felt a warm warm breeze That melted metal and steel I got a bad migraine That lasted three long years And the pills that I took Made my fingers disappear Time will crawl, time will crawl Time will crawl Till the 21st century lose You were a talented child You came to live in our town We never bothered to scream When your mask went on We only smelt the gas As we lay down to sleep Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our mouths run dry Time will crawl and our feet grow small Time will crawl and our tails fall off Time will crawl till the 21st century lose Time will crawl and our heads bowed down Time will crawl and our eyes fall out Time will crawl and the streets run red Time will crawl till the 21st century lose For the crazy child We'll give every life For the crackpot notion |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me boys Time - He flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy Time - In Quaaludes and red wine Demanding Billy Dolls And other friends of mine Take your time The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain Incestuous and vain, and many other last names I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive" We should be on by now We should be on by now La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You - are not a victim You - just scream with boredom You - are not evicting time Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old You'll freeze and catch a cold 'Cause you've left your coat behind Take your time Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless The door to dreams was closed. Your park was real dreamless Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Yeah, time! |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
Time, he's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me, boy Time, he flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy Time, in Quaaludes and red wine Demanding Billy Dolls And other friends of mine Take your time The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain Incestuous and vain, and many other last names Well, I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think Oh God I'm still alive We should be on by now We should be on by now 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 You are not a victim You just scream with boredom You are not evicting time Chimes, goddamn, you're looking old You'll freeze and catch a cold 'Cause you've left your coat behind Take your time Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless The door to dreams was closed, your park was real dreamless Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness But all I had to give was guilt for dreaming We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now 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 Yeah, time! |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me boys Time - He flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy Time - In Quaaludes and red wine Demanding Billy Dolls And other friends of mine Take your time The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain Incestuous and vain, and many other last names I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive" We should be on by now We should be on by now La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You - are not a victim You - just scream with boredom You - are not evicting time Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old You'll freeze and catch a cold 'Cause you've left your coat behind Take your time Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless The door to dreams was closed. Your park was real dreamless Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now We should be on by now La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Yeah, time! |
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from David Bowie - Hours... (1999)
All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart A whisper of hope that seemed to fail Maybe I'm born right out of my time Breaking my life in two (Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Now that I've really got a chance (Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Everything's falling into place (Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Seeing my past to let it go (Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Only for you I don't regret That I was Thursday's Child Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was (x2) Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep Shuffling days and lonesome nights Sometimes my courage fell to my feet Lucky old sun is in my sky Nothing prepared me for your smile Lighting the darkness of my soul Innocence in your arms (Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Now that I've really got a chance (Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Everything's falling into place (Throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Seeing my past to let it go (Yeah, throw me tomorrow..oh,oh) Only for you I don't regret That I was Thursday's Child Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was Thursday's Child Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was Thursday's Child Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was |
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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 David Bowie - Tonight (2003)
A little piece of you
The little peace in me Will die For this is not America Blossom falls to bloom This season Promise not to stare Too long For this is not a 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 Snowman melting From the inside Falcon spirals To the ground So bloody red Tomorrows clouds A little piece of you The little piece in me Will die 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 This could be the biggest sky This could be a miracle This could be etc |
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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 - The Man Who Sold The World (1970)
In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumor spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and looked again at me Well, I said, "Hello and I said, "Hello" And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know" So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be Well, he laughed insane and quipped "Kahlil Gibran" So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through For I realized that God's a young man too, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumour spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and the monster was me Well, I said hello and I said hello And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know." So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be And he laughed insane and quipped "KAHLIL GIBRAN" So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through For I realized that God's a young man too So I said "So long" and I waved "Bye-bye" And I smashed my soul and traded my mind Got laid by a young bordello I was vaguely half asleep For which my reputation swept back home in drag And the moral of this magic spell Negotiates my hide When God did take my logic for a ride (Riding along) He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips And showed me the leather belt round his hips My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame He said "You'll never go down to the Gods again" (Turn around,go back!) He struck the ground a cavern appeared And I smelt the burning pit of fear We crashed a thousand yards below I said "Do it again, do it again" (Turn around,go back!) His nebulous body swayed above His tongue swollen with devil's love The snake and I, a venom high I said "Do it again, do it again" (Turn around, go back!) Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply And I was seething, breathing deeply Spitting sentry, horned and tailed Waiting for you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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from David Bowie - Black Tie White Noise (2005)
These are silver wings
These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Dreaming alone and I feel that someone Listens to me Angel for life These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Heaven is smiling down, heaven's girl in a wedding gown I'm gonna be so good, just like a good boy should I'm gonna change my ways Angel for life Of all the saints alive Don't I feel like a saint alive She's not mine for eternity Though I'll never fly so high I'm smiling I believe in magic Angel for life |
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from David Bowie - Black Tie White Noise (2005)
These are silver wings
These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for love Dreaming alone and I feel this someone Someone Listens to me Listens to me Angel for love These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for love Heaven is smiling down, heaven's girl in a wedding gown I never gonna be so good Just like a good brochure I'm gonna change my way Angel for love Of all the saints alive Don't I feel like a saint alive She's not mine for eternity Though I'll never fly so high I smiling I believe in the magic Angel for love In the magic Angel for love I believe in magic Angel for love In the magic Angel for love I believe in the magic ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JONES, TOM / SCHMIDT, HARVEY <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from David Bowie - The Man Who Sold The World (1970)
When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung The supermen would walk in file Guardians of a loveless isle And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives Could heave nor sigh In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life Strange games they would play then No death for the perfect men Life rolls into one for them So softly a supergod cries Where all were minds in uni-thought Power weird by mystics taught No pain, no joy, no power too great Colossal strength to grasp a fate Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die To turn to mold. Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod cries Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod dies |
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from David Bowie - The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars (1972)
When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung The supermen would walk in file Guardians of a loveless isle And gloomy browed with superfear Their endless tragic lives Could heave nor sigh In solemn, perverse serenity Wondrous beings chained to life Strange games they would play then No death for the perfect men Life rolls into one for them So softly a supergod cries Where all were minds in uni-thought Power weird by mystics taught No pain, no joy, no power too great Colossal strength to grasp a fate Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold A man would tear his brother's flesh A chance to die To turn to mold Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod cries Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod dies |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung The supermen would walk in file Guardians of a loveless isle And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives Could heave nor sigh In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life Strange games they would play then No death for the perfect men Life rolls into one for them So softly a supergod cries Where all were minds in uni-thought Power weird by mystics taught No pain, no joy, no power too great Colossal strength to grasp a fate Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die To turn to mold. Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod cries Far out in the red-sky Far out from the sad eyes Strange, mad celebration So softly a supergod dies |
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from David Bowie - Heroes (1977)
The secret life of Arabia
Secret secrets never seen Secret secrets ever green I was running at the speed of life Through morning's thoughts and fantasies Then I saw your eyes at the cross fades Secret secrets never seen Secret secrets ever green The secret life of Arabia Never here never seen Secret life ever green The secret life of Arabia You must see the movie the sand in my eyes I walk through a desert song when the heroine dies Arabia (secret secret) Arabia (secret) Arabia (secret secret) Arabia Arabia (secret secret) Arabia Arabia (secret secret) Arabia Arabia (secret secret) The secret life of Arabia Never here never seen Secret life ever green |
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from David Bowie - Hours... (1999)
What to wear
What to say What to do on a sunny day Who to phone Who to fight Who to dance with on a sunday night? Reaching the very edge you know Reaching the very edge I'm going to the other side of this town Reaching the very edge You're still breathing but you don't know why Life's a bit and sometimes you die You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath But the pretty things are going to hell I am a drug I am a dragon I am your best jazz you've ever seen I am the dragon I am the sky I am the blood at the corner of your eye I found the secrets I found gold I found you out before you grow old I found you out before you grow old What is eternal What is damned What is clay and what is sand? Who to dis Who to trust Who to listen to? And who to suss I'm reaching the very edge you know I'm reaching the very edge I'm going to the other side of this town I'm reaching the very edge You're still breathing but you don't know why Life's a bit and sometimes you die You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath But the pretty things are going to hell I am a dragon I am a drug I am your best jazz you've ever had I am the dragon I am the sky I am the blood at the corner of your eye I found the secrets I found gold I found you out before you grow old I found you out before you grow old The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out But they wore it well The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out But they wore it well The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out But they wore it well The pretty things are going to hell They wore it out But they wore it well You're still breathing but you just don't know why We got You're still breathing but you just can't tell Don't hold your breath But the pretty things are going to hell |
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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 David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
Cold fire, you've got everything but cold fire
You will be my rest and peace child I moved up to take a place near you So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tired It's a trick to make you see wide It can all but break your heart in pieces Staying back in your memory Are the movies in the dark How you moved is all it takes To sing a song of when I loved The Prettiest Star One day though it might as well be someday You and I will rise up all the way All because of what you are The Prettiest Star Staying back in your memory Are the movies in the dark How you moved is all it takes To sing a song of when I loved The Prettiest Star One day though it might as well be someday You and I will rise up all the way All because of what you are The Prettiest Star |
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from David Bowie - The Man Who Sold The World (1970)
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With The Man Who Sold The World I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here We must have died along, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World |
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from David Bowie - Eart Hl I Ng (1997)
*What have you been doing to yourself (x3)
It's the last thing you should do-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Nobody laughs any more (x3) It's the worst thing you can do-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo **Save the last dance for me Catch the last bus with me Give the last kiss to me It's the safest thing to do-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Yeah! Yeah! *Repeat **Repeat Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking bout Monroe and walking on Snow White New York's a go-go and everything tastes right Poor little Greenie CHORUS The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile She loves him, she loves him but just for a short while She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear Poor little Greenie CHORUS He's so simple minded he can't drive his module He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule Loves to be loved, loves to be loved CHORUS (repeat) |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking bout Monroe and walking on Snow White New York's a go-go and everything tastes right Poor little Greenie CHORUS The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile She loves him, she loves him but just for a short while She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear Poor little Greenie CHORUS He's so simple minded he can't drive his module He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule Loves to be loved, loves to be loved CHORUS (repeat) |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking bout Monroe and walking on Snow White New York's a go-go and everything tastes right Poor little Greenie CHORUS The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile She loves him, she loves him but just for a short while She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear Poor little Greenie CHORUS He's so simple minded he can't drive his module He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule Loves to be loved, loves to be loved CHORUS (repeat) |
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from David Bowie - In Bertolt Brecht's Baal [ep] (1982)
Once she had drowned and started her slow descent
Down the streams to where the great rivers broaden Oh, the open sky chant most magnificent As if it was acting as her body's guardian Wreck and duck weed slowly increased her weight By clasping her in their slimy grip Through her limbs, the cold blooded fishes played Creatures and plant life kept on, thus obstructing her last trip And the sky that same evening grew dark as smoke And its stars through the night kept the brightness still soaring But it quickly grew clear when dawn now broke To see that she got one further morning Once her pallid trunk had rotted beyond repair It happened quite slowly that she gently slipped from God's thoughts First with her face, then her hands, right at the last with her hair Leaving those corpse-choked rivers just one more corpse |
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from David Bowie - Hours... (1999)
Black eyed ravens
They spiral down They tilt his head back To the flame filled sunset Raise their guns high As the darken falls These are the days boys Shallow man Shallow man... and they Eats in the doorway With his head inclined And he's always in decline No-one heals anymore So he shrinks as they ride Under vermillion sky So it goes Just a searcher A lonely soul The last of the dreamers Shallow man Shallow man Speaks to the shadows Moves his trembling hands And he's always a little late For the dawning of the day So it goes Just a searcher Lonely soul The last of the dreamers |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable The whale of a lie like they hope it was And the Goodmen Tomorrow Had their feet in the wallow And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust And the world was asleep to our latent fuss Sighing, the swirl through the streets Like the crust of the sun The Bewlay Brothers In our Wings that Bark Flashing teeth of Brass Standing tall in the dark Oh, And we were Gone Hanging out with your Dwarf Men We were so turned on By your lack of conclusions I was Stone and he was Wax So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable And we frightened the small children away And our talk was old and dust would flow Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight Back at the kitchen door Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor And the solid book we wrote Cannot be found today And it was Stalking time for the Moonboys The Bewlay Brothers With our backs on the arch In the Devil-may-be-here But He can't sing about that Oh, And we were Gone Real Cool Traders We were so Turned On You thought we were Fakers Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned The Factor Max that proved the fact Is melted down And woven on the edging of my pillow Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks He could be dead, He could be not He could be You He's Chameleon, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky The Bewlay Brothers In the feeble and the Bad Bewlay Brothers In the Blessed and Cold In the Crutch-hungry Dark Was where we flayed our Mark Oh, and we were Gone Kings of Oblivion We were so Turned On In the Mind-Warp Pavilion Lay me place and bake me Pie I'm starving for me Gravy Leave my shoes, and door unlocked I might just slip away, hey Just for the Day, Hey! Hey, Please come Away, Hey! Just for the Day, Hey! Please come Away, Hey! Please come Away, Hey! Just for the Day Please come Away Please come Away Please come Away Please come Away Away (Away) Away Hey |
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from David Bowie - Absolute Beginners [ep] (2007)
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see? Colin, I want you to use your imagination You wake up one morning and you ask yourself Why am I so exciting? What makes me dramatic? You're trying to say something about yourself The dazzling crime of wisdom You fall for reality You're bruised and bewildered Then you learn to fall in love with yourself That's motivation You raise yourself high Presenting your soul You step from the shadows You hear the command An image to dream You tremble permission Tomorrow's rewards bloody skies of today You'll step out of time Into life's every dream A life of such powerful meaning Now you has class Now you has splash Now you has mass motivation Here's an image I can recommend Here's a product you will die for Here's a nightmare that will never end Get you fired up burning go oh oh You know you got something You know you got style We don't take much just a little bit That's motivation Welcome to the world of your dreams, Colin Where you can be what you want Commit horrible sins And get away with it Lust Gluttony Pride Anger Sloth Avarice And jealousy You know you got something You know you got the style We don't take much, but a little bit That's motivation No more false illusion Goodbye to confusion Stand out from the madding crowd Motivation is symphony Symphony in style (that's motivation) It's brilliant, original (that's motivation) Stimulating, encouragement (that's motivation) As precious from home (that's motivation) So what (motivation) Say what (motivation) New (motivation) So (motivation) Now you has class motivation Now you has mass motivation |
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from David Bowie - Eart Hl I Ng (1997)
Gorgeous girls are bound to meet
To talk of stars and kings and feet Through the chromosomes of space and time Me I'm fast like bad infection Gasping for my resurrection Swear to me in times of war and stress * Telling lies, telling lies Telling lies, telling lies Telling lies [Ooh, ah, visionary] [Ooh, ah, missionary] Telling lies [Feels like something's gonna happen this year] Telling lies [Ooh, ah, visionary] [Ooh, ah, missionary] Telling lies [Feels like something's gonna happen this year] Telling lies Shadow falls in shrinking smiles See me poised at the happy games Standing in the mouth of all that's pure Come straggling in your tattered remnants You'll come to me in tears and blame I'm your future, I'm tomorrow, I'm the end *Repeat Telling lies [Ooh, ah, ooh] [Ooh, ah, ooh] [Ooh, ah, ooh] Feels like something's going to happen this year Telling lies [ooh, ah, ooh] Feels like something's going to happen this year Telling lies [ooh, ah, ooh] Feels like something's going to happen this year Telling lies [ooh, ah, ooh] Telling lies [ooh, ah, ooh] Feels like something's going to happen this year |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screens from the door And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and i Run to the centre of things Where the knowing one says Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'cause hope, 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 his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screens from the door And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and i Run to the centre of things Where the knowing one says Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'cause hope, 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 his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing |
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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 - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screens from the door And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and i Run to the centre of things Where the knowing one says Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'cause hope, 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 his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing |
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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 - The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars (1972)
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 {Chorus} 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 {chorus} 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 {chorus} Move along, son ca-cho, ca-cho ca-cho, ca-cho Woo! |
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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 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 David Bowie - Hours... (1999)
Oh my, naked eyes
I should have kept you I should have tried I should of been more wiser kind of guy I miss you Give me wings Give me space Give me money for a change of face There's noisy rooms and passion pants I loved you Where's the morning in my life? Where's the sense in staying right? Who said time is on my side? I got ears and eyes and nothing in my life But I survive your naked eyes I'll survive You alone across the floor You and me and nothing more You're the great mistake I never made I'll never lied to you I hate it when you lied But I'll survive your naked eyes I'll survive People boys all snowy white Razzle dazzle clubs every night Wished I'd sent a valentine I loved you I'll survive Your naked eyes I'll survive I'll survive My naked eyes I'll survive I'll survive Naked eyes I'll survive I'll survive I'll survive |
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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 - 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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Subject : Leave me alone!!!!! <크로니클>(Chronicle, 2012)
