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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red Rich men's children running past Their fathers dressed in hose Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes Gazing eyes and running wild Past the stocks and over stiles Kiss the window merry child But come and buy my toys You've watched your father plough the fields with a ram's horn Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest will Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys Leave the parsley on the stalls Come and buy my toys You shall own a cambric shirt You shall work your father's land But now you shall play in the market square Till you'll be a man Smiling girls and rosy boys Come and buy my little toys Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red Rich men's children running past Their fathers dressed in hose Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes Gazing eyes and running wild Past the stocks and over stiles Kiss the window merry child But come and buy my toys You've watched your father plough the fields with a ram's horn Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest will Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys Leave the parsley on the stalls Come and buy my toys You shall own a cambric shirt You shall work your father's land But now you shall play in the market square Till you'll be a man Smiling girls and rosy boys Come and buy my little toys Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Did you ever have a dream or two
Where the hero is a guy named you And the things he does are just too much Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch? And did you ever have a dream or two? Have you ever woken up one day With the feeling that you'd been away? If the girl that you dreamed of last night Had the same dream, in the very same scene With the very same boy, hold tight It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend You can travel anywhere with anyone you care It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend You can walk around in New York while you sleep in Penge I will travel round the world one night On the magic wings of astral flight If you've got the secret, tell me do Have you ever had a dream or two? Have you ever had a dream or two? |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Did you ever have a dream or two
Where the hero is a guy named you And the things he does are just too much Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch? And did you ever have a dream or two? Have you ever woken up one day With the feeling that you'd been away? If the girl that you dreamed of last night Had the same dream, in the very same scene With the very same boy, hold tight It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend You can travel anywhere with anyone you care It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend You can walk around in New York while you sleep in Penge I will travel round the world one night On the magic wings of astral flight If you've got the secret, tell me do Have you ever had a dream or two? Have you ever had a dream or two? |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way I watched them sink before your gaze Seniorita sway Dance with me before their frozen eyes I'm so much in love Like a little soldier catching butterflies No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning I'll tie a knot in rainbow's end, organise the breeze Light my candle from the sun I'll give you daylight for a friend I'll do all of these I'll prove that it can be done, oh, I'm so much in love Like the ragged boy who races with the wind No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning Oh yeah, all day, all the way Ooh |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way I watched them sink before your gaze Seniorita sway Dance with me before their frozen eyes I'm so much in love Like a little soldier catching butterflies No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning I'll tie a knot in rainbow's end, organise the breeze Light my candle from the sun I'll give you daylight for a friend I'll do all of these I'll prove that it can be done, oh, I'm so much in love Like the ragged boy who races with the wind No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning Oh yeah, all day, all the way Ooh |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way I watched them sink before your gaze Seniorita sway Dance with me before their frozen eyes I'm so much in love Like a little soldier catching butterflies No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning I'll tie a knot in rainbow's end, organise the breeze Light my candle from the sun I'll give you daylight for a friend I'll do all of these I'll prove that it can be done, oh, I'm so much in love Like the ragged boy who races with the wind No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In the heat of the morning Oh yeah, all day, all the way Ooh |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Joe the lion
Went to the bar A couple of drinks on the house an' he said "Tell you who you are if you nail me to my car" Boy Thanks for hesitating This is the kiss off Boy Thanks for hesitating You'll never know the real story Just a couple of dreams You get up and sleep You can buy god it's Monday Slither down the greasy pipe So far so good no one saw you Hobble over any freeway You will be like your dreams tonight You get up and sleep You get up and sleep Joe the lion Made of iron Joe the lion Went to the bar A couple of drinks on the house an' he was A fortune teller he said "Nail me to my car and I'll tell you who you are" Joe the lion, yeah yeah Went to the bar, yeah yeah A couple of dreams and he was A fortune teller he said "Nail me to my car tell you who you are" You get up and sleep The wind blows on your check The day laughs in your face Guess you'll buy a gun You'll buy it secondhand You'll get up and sleep Joe the lion made of iron (repeat ad inf.) |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Let me introduce you to the gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he's an existentialist Once he had a name, now he plays our game You won't feel so good now that you've joined the gang Molly is the model in the ads Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong Cause she can't switch off now that she's joined the gang Arthur is a singer with a band Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang You won't be alone, we've all got beery grins It's a big illusion but at least you're in At least you're in This club's called The Webb, it's this month's pick Next month we shall find a place where prices aren't so stiff 15 bob a coke, 'fraid that's past a joke This is how to spend now that you've joined the gang This is what to do now that you're here Sit round doing nothing all together very fast Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars They're picking up the joints now that they've joined the gang |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls,
they throw the balls At coconut fur that hides behind coloured shades that blind your eyes Every child's mother holds an ice-cream cone, they circle round Perceived unknown by an eye that peers from a hole in the tent where no one goes A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor he's clogged and clothed in saffron robes His beads are all he owns Slow down, slow down Someone must have said that slow him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man Fairy tale skin, depicting scenes from human zoos Impermanent toys like peace and war a gentle face you've seen before Karma man tattooed on your side, the wheel of life I see my times and who i've been i only live now and i don't know why I struggle hard to take these pictures in, but All my friends can see is just the pinkness of his skin Slow down, slow down Someone must have said that slowed him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man Slow down, slow down Someone must have said that slowed him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls,
they throw the balls At coconut fur that hides behind coloured shades that blind your eyes Every child's mother holds an ice-cream cone, they circle round Perceived unknown by an eye that peers from a hole in the tent where no one goes A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor he's clogged and clothed in saffron robes His beads are all he owns Slow down, slow down Someone must have said that slow him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man Fairy tale skin, depicting scenes from human zoos Impermanent toys like peace and war a gentle face you've seen before Karma man tattooed on your side, the wheel of life I see my times and who i've been i only live now and i don't know why I struggle hard to take these pictures in, but All my friends can see is just the pinkness of his skin Slow down, slow down Someone must have said that slowed him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man Slow down, slow down Someone must have said that slowed him down Slow down, slow down It's pictured on the arms of the karma man |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Baby, baby, brush the dust of youth from your shoulder
Because the years of fretting days are right behind you now Don't return to fields of green where rainbow secrets were told Place your ragged doll with all the toys and things and deeds I will show you a game where the winner never wins Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore Let me sleep beside you Lock away your childhood and throw away the key For now the streets and city sounds will burn your eyes as coals We shall drink the oldest wine and velvet skies will linger Child, you're a woman now, your heart and soul are free I will boldly light that lamp and we shall walk together Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore Let me sleep beside you Your darkened eyes throw mystery But your lips are void of history You could not imagine that it could happen this way, could you I will give you dreams and i'll tell you things you'll like to hear Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore Let me sleep beside you Let me sleep beside you |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Baby, baby, brush the dust of youth from your shoulder
Because the years of fretting days are right behind you now Don't return to fields of green where rainbow secrets were told Place your ragged doll with all the toys and things and deeds I will show you a game where the winner never wins Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore Let me sleep beside you Lock away your childhood and throw away the key For now the streets and city sounds will burn your eyes as coals We shall drink the oldest wine and velvet skies will linger Child, you're a woman now, your heart and soul are free I will boldly light that lamp and we shall walk together Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore Let me sleep beside you Your darkened eyes throw mystery But your lips are void of history You could not imagine that it could happen this way, could you I will give you dreams and i'll tell you things you'll like to hear Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore Let me sleep beside you Let me sleep beside you |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear Peace left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier Frankie drank his money The little that he made Told his woes to no man Friendless, lonely days Then one day, in the ABC Four bright eyes gazed longingly At the ice-cream in the hand of The little bombardier Sunshine entered our Frankie's days Gone his worries, his hopeless maze His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Two young children had changed his aims He gave them toffees and played their games He brought them presents with every coin he made Then two gentlemen called on him Asked him for his name Why was he friends with the children Were they just a game? Leave them alone or we'll get sore We've had blokes like you in the station before The hand of authority said "no more" to The little bombardier Packed his bags, his heart in pain Wiped a tear and caught a train Not to be seen in the town again The little bombardier |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear Peace left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier Frankie drank his money The little that he made Told his woes to no man Friendless, lonely days Then one day, in the ABC Four bright eyes gazed longingly At the ice-cream in the hand of The little bombardier Sunshine entered our Frankie's days Gone his worries, his hopeless maze His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Two young children had changed his aims He gave them toffees and played their games He brought them presents with every coin he made Then two gentlemen called on him Asked him for his name Why was he friends with the children Were they just a game? Leave them alone or we'll get sore We've had blokes like you in the station before The hand of authority said "no more" to The little bombardier Packed his bags, his heart in pain Wiped a tear and caught a train Not to be seen in the town again The little bombardier |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear Peace left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier Frankie drank his money The little that he made Told his woes to no man Friendless, lonely days Then one day, in the ABC Four bright eyes gazed longingly At the ice-cream in the hand of The little bombardier Sunshine entered our Frankie's days Gone his worries, his hopeless maze His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Two young children had changed his aims He gave them toffees and played their games He brought them presents with every coin he made Then two gentlemen called on him Asked him for his name Why was he friends with the children Were they just a game? Leave them alone or we'll get sore We've had blokes like you in the station before The hand of authority said "no more" to The little bombardier Packed his bags, his heart in pain Wiped a tear and caught a train Not to be seen in the town again The little bombardier |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout Ohh, beautiful baby My burning desire started on Sunday Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool Ohh, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me I shall always watch you until my love runs dry Ohh, beautiful baby My heart's aflame, I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday Lieb Dich Bis Dienstag (German version of 'Love You Till Tuesday) Schau aus Deinem Fenster Schau wer draussen sitzt Ich bin still hier wartend Schon die ganze Nacht Wenn Du dann Dein Haus verlaesst Klingle ich und rufe Ah, mein kleines Maedchen Mein brennend Verlangen erwarchte Sonntag Gib mir Dein Herz und ich lieb Dich bis Dienstag Who's that hiding in the apple tree Clinging to a branch? Don't be afraid, it's only me Hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade I'll keep you nice and cool Ah, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never ending And I'll love you till Tuesday Let the wind blow through your hair Be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon Because it's only me I shall always want you until my love runs dry Ah, beautiful baby My heart's aflame I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl And I'll love you till Tuesday Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Spoken: Na ja, vielleicht wirds ja auch Mittwoch? |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout Ohh, beautiful baby My burning desire started on Sunday Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool Ohh, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me I shall always watch you until my love runs dry Ohh, beautiful baby My heart's aflame, I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday Lieb Dich Bis Dienstag (German version of 'Love You Till Tuesday) Schau aus Deinem Fenster Schau wer draussen sitzt Ich bin still hier wartend Schon die ganze Nacht Wenn Du dann Dein Haus verlaesst Klingle ich und rufe Ah, mein kleines Maedchen Mein brennend Verlangen erwarchte Sonntag Gib mir Dein Herz und ich lieb Dich bis Dienstag Who's that hiding in the apple tree Clinging to a branch? Don't be afraid, it's only me Hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade I'll keep you nice and cool Ah, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never ending And I'll love you till Tuesday Let the wind blow through your hair Be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon Because it's only me I shall always want you until my love runs dry Ah, beautiful baby My heart's aflame I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl And I'll love you till Tuesday Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Spoken: Na ja, vielleicht wirds ja auch Mittwoch? |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout Ohh, beautiful baby My burning desire started on Sunday Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool Ohh, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me I shall always watch you until my love runs dry Ohh, beautiful baby My heart's aflame, I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday Lieb Dich Bis Dienstag (German version of 'Love You Till Tuesday) Schau aus Deinem Fenster Schau wer draussen sitzt Ich bin still hier wartend Schon die ganze Nacht Wenn Du dann Dein Haus verlaesst Klingle ich und rufe Ah, mein kleines Maedchen Mein brennend Verlangen erwarchte Sonntag Gib mir Dein Herz und ich lieb Dich bis Dienstag Who's that hiding in the apple tree Clinging to a branch? Don't be afraid, it's only me Hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade I'll keep you nice and cool Ah, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never ending And I'll love you till Tuesday Let the wind blow through your hair Be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon Because it's only me I shall always want you until my love runs dry Ah, beautiful baby My heart's aflame I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl And I'll love you till Tuesday Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Spoken: Na ja, vielleicht wirds ja auch Mittwoch? |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my flag and shout Ohh, beautiful baby My burning desire started on Sunday Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool Ohh, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me I shall always watch you until my love runs dry Ohh, beautiful baby My heart's aflame, I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday Lieb Dich Bis Dienstag (German version of 'Love You Till Tuesday) Schau aus Deinem Fenster Schau wer draussen sitzt Ich bin still hier wartend Schon die ganze Nacht Wenn Du dann Dein Haus verlaesst Klingle ich und rufe Ah, mein kleines Maedchen Mein brennend Verlangen erwarchte Sonntag Gib mir Dein Herz und ich lieb Dich bis Dienstag Who's that hiding in the apple tree Clinging to a branch? Don't be afraid, it's only me Hoping for a little romance If you lie beneath my shade I'll keep you nice and cool Ah, beautiful baby I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday My passion's never ending And I'll love you till Tuesday Let the wind blow through your hair Be nice to the big blue sea Don't be afraid of the man in the moon Because it's only me I shall always want you until my love runs dry Ah, beautiful baby My heart's aflame I'll love you till Tuesday My head's in a whirl And I'll love you till Tuesday Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Lieb, lieb, lieb, lieb Lieb Dich bis Dienstag Spoken: Na ja, vielleicht wirds ja auch Mittwoch? |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesn't want to know her any more And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesn't have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesn't want to know her any more And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesn't have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Till the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home Ah-choo ! excuse me Please mr. gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please mr. gravedigger, i couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket God, it's pouring down Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And ma wouldn't understand, so i won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket Yes, mr. gd, you see me every day , st ....ah choo ! Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay And i was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, oh god No, mr. gd, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes myself And this one here's for you Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home "Ah-choo, excuse me" Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket "God, it's pouring down" Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay And I was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, Oh God No, Mr. GD, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes myself And this one here's for you "Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain" |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber Band In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune, oh Rubber Band Won't you play a haunting theme again to me While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber Band How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band We could play in lively parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love Rubber Band, In the '14-'18 war I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh Oh sob... I hope you break your baton |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber Band In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune, oh Rubber Band Won't you play a haunting theme again to me While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber Band How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band We could play in lively parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love Rubber Band, In the '14-'18 war I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh Oh sob... I hope you break your baton |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber Band In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune, oh Rubber Band Won't you play a haunting theme again to me While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber Band How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band We could play in lively parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love Rubber Band, In the '14-'18 war I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me And now she's married to the leader of the band, oh Oh sob... I hope you break your baton |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face My summer girl takes little backward steps away Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain't so cool Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold See my eyes, my window pane See my tears like gentle rain That's the memory of a summer day Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold La la la la la la |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face My summer girl takes little backward steps away Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain't so cool Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand CHORUSSell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold See my eyes, my window pane See my tears like gentle rain That's the memory of a summer day Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold La la la la la la |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face My summer girl takes little backward steps away Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain't so cool Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand CHORUSSell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold See my eyes, my window pane See my tears like gentle rain That's the memory of a summer day Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold Sell me a coat with buttons of silver Sell me a coat that's red or gold Sell me a coat with little patch pockets Sell me a coat 'cause I feel cold La la la la la la |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house
She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back And never took her out She wore a trenchcoat khaki Her hobnail boots were full of holes She's got medals Her mother called her Mary, but she changed her name to Tommy, she's a one, oh She went and joined the army, passed the medical Don't ask me how it's done They sent her to the front line Fighting for her country's name She's got medals She got very tired of picking up girls Cleaning her gun and shaving her curls Then the enemy dropped a bomb Survivors there were none People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed You can see her ghost but that's a lie because the naughty woman isn't dead She deserted on the previous morning Replaced her uniform with dresses silk and green Called herself Eileen Came to London town Now she's settled down She's got medals |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house
She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back And never took her out She wore a trenchcoat khaki Her hobnail boots were full of holes She's got medals Her mother called her mary, but she changed her name to tommy, she's a one, oh She went and joined the army, passed the medical Don't ask me how it's done They sent her to the front line Fighting for her country's name She's got medals She got very tired of picking up girls Cleaning her gun and shaving her curls Then the enemy dropped a bomb Survivors there were none People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed You can see her ghost but that's a lie because the naughty woman isn't dead She deserted on the previous morning Replaced her uniform with dresses silk and green Called herself eileen Came to london town Now she's settled down She's got medals |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the Botella lanes Preacher takes the school One boy breaks a rule Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Yak butter statues that melt in the sun Cannot dissolve all the work you've not done A chela likes to feel That his overself pays the bill Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue You wish and wish, and wish again You've tried so hard to fly You'll never leave your body now You've got to wait to die La la la la la la la la la la (x2) La la la la la (x2) Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Child of Tibet, you're a gift from the sun Reincarnation of one better man The homeward road is long You've left your prayers and song Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue. |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the Botella lanes Preacher takes the school One boy breaks a rule Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Yak butter statues that melt in the sun Cannot dissolve all the work you've not done A chela likes to feel That his overself pays the bill Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue You wish and wish, and wish again You've tried so hard to fly You'll never leave your body now You've got to wait to die La la la la la la la la la la (x2) La la la la la (x2) Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Child of Tibet, you're a gift from the sun Reincarnation of one better man The homeward road is long You've left your prayers and song Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue. |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the Botella lanes Preacher takes the school One boy breaks a rule Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Yak butter statues that melt in the sun Cannot dissolve all the work you've not done A chela likes to feel That his overself pays the bill Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue You wish and wish, and wish again You've tried so hard to fly You'll never leave your body now You've got to wait to die La la la la la la la la la la (x2) La la la la la (x2) Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Child of Tibet, you're a gift from the sun Reincarnation of one better man The homeward road is long You've left your prayers and song Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue. |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
The gospel according to tony day
The gospel according to tony day The gospel according to tony day If I find a girl he'll take her away Rotten tony! The gospel according to brendan o'lear The gospel according to brendan o'lear The gospel according to brendan o'lear If I buy him a scotch, he'll buy me a beer Tight fist, friends The gospel according to pat hewitt The gospel according to pat hewitt The gospel according to pat hewitt If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not, you do it Ah Got to, got to Your mind, blow i Blow it The gospel according to marianne brent The gospel according to marianne brent The gospel according to marianne brent She'll be mine if I pay the rent Good old marianne, who needs friends, oh That's the fucking time, take a look at my life and you'll see Take a quick, butchers, rotten mary down the oak Wouldn't give me two pence for him |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
The gospel according to tony day
The gospel according to tony day The gospel according to tony day If I find a girl he'll take her away Rotten tony! The gospel according to brendan o'lear The gospel according to brendan o'lear The gospel according to brendan o'lear If I buy him a scotch, he'll buy me a beer Tight fist, friends The gospel according to pat hewitt The gospel according to pat hewitt The gospel according to pat hewitt If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not, you do it Ah Got to, got to Your mind, blow i Blow it The gospel according to marianne brent The gospel according to marianne brent The gospel according to marianne brent She'll be mine if I pay the rent Good old marianne, who needs friends, oh That's the fucking time, take a look at my life and you'll see Take a quick, butchers, rotten mary down the oak Wouldn't give me two pence for him |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
I was walking down the high street
When I heard footsteps behind me And there was a little old man (hello) In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter) Well he trotted back to my house And he sat beside the telly (oaah..) With his tiny hands on his tummy Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter) Oh, I ought to report you to the gnome office (gnome office) Yes (hahahahaha) Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you don't catch me" Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me" Said the laughing gnome Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (burp, pardon) Then I put him on a train to eastbourne Carried his bag and gave him a fag (haven't you got a light boy? ) "here, where do you come from? " (gnome-man's land, hahihihi) "oh, really? " In the morning when I woke up He was sitting on the edge of my bed With his brother whose name was fred He'd bought him along to sing me a song Right, let's hear it Here, what's that clicking noise? (that's fred, he's a "metrognome", haha) Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you don't catch me" Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me" (own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha) "haven't you got an 'ome to go to? " (no, we're gnomads) "didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school? you look like a rolling gnome." (no, not at the london school of ecognomics) Now they're staying up the chimney And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!) Cause they're earning me lots of money Writing comedy prose for radio shows It's the-er (what? ) It's the gnome service of course Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you don't catch me" Ha ha ha, oh, dear me (ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me" Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me") (one more time, yeah) |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
I was walking down the high street
When I heard footsteps behind me And there was a little old man (hello) In scarlet and grey, shuffling away (laughter) Well he trotted back to my house And he sat beside the telly (oaah..) With his tiny hands on his tummy Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter) Oh, I ought to report you to the gnome office (gnome office) Yes (hahahahaha) Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you don't catch me" Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me" Said the laughing gnome Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (burp, pardon) Then I put him on a train to eastbourne Carried his bag and gave him a fag (haven't you got a light boy? ) "here, where do you come from? " (gnome-man's land, hahihihi) "oh, really? " In the morning when I woke up He was sitting on the edge of my bed With his brother whose name was fred He'd bought him along to sing me a song Right, let's hear it Here, what's that clicking noise? (that's fred, he's a "metrognome", haha) Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you don't catch me" Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me" (own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha) "haven't you got an 'ome to go to? " (no, we're gnomads) "didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school? you look like a rolling gnome." (no, not at the london school of ecognomics) Now they're staying up the chimney And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!) Cause they're earning me lots of money Writing comedy prose for radio shows It's the-er (what? ) It's the gnome service of course Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you don't catch me" Ha ha ha, oh, dear me (ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me" Ha ha ha, hee hee hee "i'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me") (one more time, yeah) |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Cow bell strikes another night
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache You've bought some coffee, butter and bread You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead You moved away Hold your folks you're gonna stay away Bright lights, soho, wardour street You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet Somebody shows you round Now you've met the london boys Things seem good again, someone cares about you Oh, the first time that you tried a pill You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith To let yourself down would be a big disgrace With the london boys, with the london boys You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown In the month you've been away from your parents' home You take the pills too much You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got So long as you're with the london boys A london boy, oh a london boy Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy A london boy, a london boy You think you've had a lot of fun But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run It's too late now, cause you're out there boy You've got it made with the rest of the toys Now you wish you'd never left your home You've got what you wanted but you're on your own With the london boys Now you've met the london boys Now you've met the london boys Now you've met the london boys |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves It's a secret place and adults aren't allowed there, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Charlie Brown got's half a crown, he's gonna buy a kite Jimmy's ill with chicken pox, and Tommy's learned to ride his bike Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he's so small we don't notice him He gets in the way but we always let him play with us Mother calls, but we don't hear There's lots more things to do It's only 5 o'clock, and we're not tired yet But we will be, very shortly Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away Tommy's mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray There is a happy land where only children live You've had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves It's a secret place and adults aren't allowed there, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Charlie Brown got's half a crown, he's gonna buy a kite Jimmy's ill with chicken pox, and Tommy's learned to ride his bike Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he's so small we don't notice him He gets in the way but we always let him play with us Mother calls, but we don't hear There's lots more things to do It's only 5 o'clock, and we're not tired yet But we will be, very shortly Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away Tommy's mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray There is a happy land where only children live You've had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr. Grownup Go away, sir Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up Climbs across his bike and he's away Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street Back to mother, it's another empty day Uncle Arthur likes his mommy Uncle Arthur still reads comics Uncle Arthur follows Batman Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from Mum On his 32nd birthday, told her that he'd found a chum Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion Sally was the real thing, not just lust Uncle Arthur vanished quickly Uncle Arthur and his new bride Uncle Arthur follows Sally Round and round goes Arthur's head, hasn't eaten well for days Little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled Back to mother, all's forgiven, serving in the family shop He gets his pocket money, he's well fed Uncle Arthur past the gasworks Uncle Arthur past the river Uncle Arthur down the high street Uncle Arthur follows mother |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up Climbs across his bike and he's away Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street Back to mother, it's another empty day Uncle Arthur likes his mommy Uncle Arthur still reads comics Uncle Arthur follows Batman Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from Mum On his 32nd birthday, told her that he'd found a chum Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion Sally was the real thing, not just lust Uncle Arthur vanished quickly Uncle Arthur and his new bride Uncle Arthur follows Sally Round and round goes Arthur's head, hasn't eaten well for days Little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled Back to mother, all's forgiven, serving in the family shop He gets his pocket money, he's well fed Uncle Arthur past the gasworks Uncle Arthur past the river Uncle Arthur down the high street Uncle Arthur follows mother |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Here is the news
According to the latest world population survey The figures have reached danger point, my god London 15 million 75 thousand New York 80 million Paris 15 million and 30 China 1000 million Billington-Spa: lots My studies included suffragy I formed my own society to study the power of fecundity The world will overpopulate Unless you claim infertility So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives I propose to give the pill Free of charge to those that feel That they are not infertible The crops of few, the cattle gun There's only one way to linger on So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives Achtung, achtung, these are your orders Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air Will be slaughtered and cremated Only one cubic foot of air is... I have prepared a document, legalising mass abortion We will turn a blind eye to infanticide We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives You don't seem to hear me clear Do I talk above your sphere? Let me explain my project dear Show you how I'll save the world Or let it die within the year Why do you look that way at me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives We are hungry men We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to eat you |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
Here is the news
According to the latest world population survey The figures have reached danger point, my god London 15 million 75 thousand New York 80 million Paris 15 million and 30 China 1000 million Billington-Spa: lots My studies included suffragy I formed my own society to study the power of fecundity The world will overpopulate Unless you claim infertility So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives I propose to give the pill Free of charge to those that feel That they are not infertible The crops of few, the cattle gun There's only one way to linger on So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives Achtung, achtung, these are your orders Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air Will be slaughtered and cremated Only one cubic foot of air is... I have prepared a document, legalising mass abortion We will turn a blind eye to infanticide We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives You don't seem to hear me clear Do I talk above your sphere? Let me explain my project dear Show you how I'll save the world Or let it die within the year Why do you look that way at me, your messiah We are not your friends We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to live our lives We are hungry men We don't give a damn for what you're saying We're here to eat you |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you Happy at the sound of your voice Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you Or banish wicked giants from the land But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you We will only love each other as forever When I live my dream When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me And the empty man you left behind It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me Only love can live in my dream I'll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish Wish, and the storm will fade away Wish again, and you will stand before me while the sky will paint an overture And trees will play the rhythm of my dream When I live my dream, please be there to meet me Let me be the one to understand When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me Then we can live in our new land Till the day my dream cascades around me I'm content to let you pass me by Till that day, you'll run to many other men But let them know it's just for now Tell them that I've got a dream And tell them you're the starring role Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy And I'm going to make my dream Tell them I will live my dream Tell them they can laugh at me But don't forget your date with me When I live my dream |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you Happy at the sound of your voice Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you Or banish wicked giants from the land But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you We will only love each other as forever When I live my dream When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me And the empty man you left behind It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me Only love can live in my dream I'll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish Wish, and the storm will fade away Wish again, and you will stand before me while the sky will paint an overture And trees will play the rhythm of my dream When I live my dream, please be there to meet me Let me be the one to understand When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me Then we can live in our new land Till the day my dream cascades around me I'm content to let you pass me by Till that day, you'll run to many other men But let them know it's just for now Tell them that I've got a dream And tell them you're the starring role Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy And I'm going to make my dream Tell them I will live my dream Tell them they can laugh at me But don't forget your date with me When I live my dream |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you Happy at the sound of your voice Baby, I'll slay a dragon for you Or banish wicked giants from the land But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you We will only love each other as forever When I live my dream When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me And the empty man you left behind It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me Only love can live in my dream I'll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish Wish, and the storm will fade away Wish again, and you will stand before me while the sky will paint an overture And trees will play the rhythm of my dream When I live my dream, please be there to meet me Let me be the one to understand When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me Then we can live in our new land Till the day my dream cascades around me I'm content to let you pass me by Till that day, you'll run to many other men But let them know it's just for now Tell them that I've got a dream And tell them you're the starring role Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy And I'm going to make my dream Tell them I will live my dream Tell them they can laugh at me But don't forget your date with me When I live my dream |
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from David Bowie - David Bowie (1967)
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 - Space Oddity (1969)
I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness in our lives And tomorrows of rich surprise... Some things we could do. In our madness We burnt one hundred days, Time takes time to pass And I still hold some ashes to me, An Occasional Dream. And we'd sleep,oh so close, But not really close our eyes 'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue... Gently weeping nights It was long,long ago And I can't touch your name. For the days of fate were strong for you... Danced you far from me. In my madness I see your face in mine. I keep a photograph, It burns my wall with time Time, An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud Solemn faced, The village settles down, Undetected my the stars, And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep And the last thing on his mind Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned 'Neath the covered wooden shaft. Folds the rope Into its bag. Blows his pipe of smolders, Blankets smoke into the room. And the day will end for some As the night begins for one. Staring through the message in his eyes Lies a solitary son From the mountain called the Freecloud Where the eagle dare not fly. And the patience in his sigh Gives no indication For the townsmen to decide. So the village Dreadful yawns Pronouncing gross diversion As the label for the dog. Oh "It's the madness in his eyes" As he breaks the night to cry: "It's really Me. Really You And really Me. It's so hard for us to really be Really You And really Me. You'll lose me though I'm always really free." And the mountain moved its eyes To the world of realize Where the snow had saved a place For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud And the village Dreadful cried As the rope began to rise For the smile stayed on his face Of the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud. And the women once proud Clutched the heart of the crowd As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand And the Magic in the stare Of the Wild Eyed Boy said: "Stop,Freecloud They won't think to cut me down." But the cottages fell Like a playing card hell And the tears on the face Of the Wise Boy Came trembling down To the rumbling ground And the missionary mystic of peace/love Stumbled back to cry among the clouds, Kicking back the pebbles From the Freecloud mountain Track. God Knows I'm Good I was walking through the counters of a national concern And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder. And I saw the multitude of faces,honest,rich and clean As the merchandise exchanged and money roared. And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak Into the paper bag at her side. And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind. Crying "God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today. God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today." Then she moved towards the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag. Persperation trickled down her forehead. And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid uponm her shoulder, She was led away bewildered and amazed. Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter As her escort asked her softly for her name. And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor. Crying " God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way " |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness in our lives And tomorrows of rich surprise... Some things we could do. In our madness We burnt one hundred days, Time takes time to pass And I still hold some ashes to me, An Occasional Dream. And we'd sleep,oh so close, But not really close our eyes 'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue... Gently weeping nights It was long,long ago And I can't touch your name. For the days of fate were strong for you... Danced you far from me. In my madness I see your face in mine. I keep a photograph, It burns my wall with time Time, An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. An Occasional Dream Of mine. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud ---- ---- --- ---- Solemn faced, The village settles down, Undetected my the stars, And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep And the last thing on his mind Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned 'Neath the covered wooden shaft. Folds the rope Into its bag. Blows his pipe of smolders, Blankets smoke into the room. And the day will end for some As the night begins for one. Staring through the message in his eyes Lies a solitary son From the mountain called the Freecloud Where the eagle dare not fly. And the patience in his sigh Gives no indication For the townsmen to decide. So the village Dreadful yawns Pronouncing gross diversion As the label for the dog. Oh "It's the madness in his eyes" As he breaks the night to cry: "It's really Me. Really You And really Me. It's so hard for us to really be Really You And really Me. You'll lose me though I'm always really free." And the mountain moved its eyes To the world of realize Where the snow had saved a place For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud And the village Dreadful cried As the rope began to rise For the smile stayed on his face Of the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud. And the women once proud Clutched the heart of the crowd As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand And the Magic in the stare Of the Wild Eyed Boy said: "Stop,Freecloud They won't think to cut me down." But the cottages fell Like a playing card hell And the tears on the face Of the Wise Boy Came trembling down To the rumbling ground And the missionary mystic of peace/love Stumbled back to cry among the clouds, Kicking back the pebbles From the Freecloud mountain Track. God Knows I'm Good --- --- ---- I was walking through the counters of a national concern And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder. And I saw the multitude of faces,honest,rich and clean As the merchandise exchanged and money roared. And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak Into the paper bag at her side. And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind. Crying "God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today. God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today." Then she moved towards the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag. Persperation trickled down her forehead. And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid uponm her shoulder, She was led away bewildered and amazed. Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter As her escort asked her softly for her name. And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor. Crying " God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, Surely God won't look the other way " |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly, just in time, at times, I guess Because of you I need to rest Because it's you that sets the test So much has gone and little is new And as the sparrow sings Dawn chorus for Someone else to hear The Thinker sits alone growing older And so bitter "I gave Them life I gave Them all They drained my very soul...dry I crushed my heart to ease Their pains No thought for me remains there Nothing can They spare What of me? Who praised Their efforts to be free? Words of strength and care and sympathy I opened doors that would have blocked Their way I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay I ravaged at my finance just for Those Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility Those who said a new world, new ways ever free Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me" I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes I love you badly, just in time, at times, I guess Because of you I need to rest, oh yes Because it's you that sets the test So much has gone and little is new And as the sunrise stream Flickers on me, My friends talk Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word "We had a friend, a talking man Who spoke of many powers that he had Not of the best of men, but Ours We used him We let him use his powers We let him fill Our needs Now We are strong And the road is coming to its end Now the damned have no time to make amends No purse of token fortune stands in Our way The silent guns of love will blast the sky We broke the ruptured structure built of age Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage Where money stood We planted seeds of rebirth And stabbed the backs of fathers Sons of dirt Infiltrated business cesspools Hating through Our sleeves Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat Stoned the poor on slogans such as 'Wish You Could Hear' 'Love Is All We Need' 'Kick Out The Jams' 'Kick Out Your Mother' 'Cut Up Your Friend' 'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End' And We Know the Flag of Love is from Above And We Can Force You to Be Free And We Can Force You to Believe" And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain It said: "I believe in the Power of Good I Believe in the State of Love I Will Fight For the Right to be Right I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right" And I open my eyes to look around And I see a child laid slain on the ground As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command But not hearing anymore - Not hearing anymore Just the shrieks from the old rich And I Want to Believe In the madness that calls 'Now' And I want to Believe That a light's shining through Somehow And I Want to Believe And You Want to Believe And We Want to Believe And We Want to Live Oh, We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live We Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live I Want to Live Live Live Live |
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Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah Yeah Don't sit down Don't sit down Don't sit down |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean As the merchandise exchanged and money roared And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak Into the paper bag at her side And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind Crying "God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God may look the other way today God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God may look the other way today" Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag Perspiration trickled down her forehead And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her shoulder She was led away bewildered and amazed Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter As her escort asked her softly for her name And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor Crying "God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good Surely God won't look the other way God knows I'm good God knows I'm good God knows I'm good Surely God won't look the other way" |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
Oh my love,Janine
I'm helpless for your smile. Like a Polish wanderer, I travel onwards to your land. And were it not just for the jewels I'd close your hand Your strange demand To 'collocate' my mind Scares me into gloom. You're too intense, I'll have to keep you in your place. I've no defence. I've got to keep the veil on my face. Janine,Janine,you'd like to know me well, But I've got things inside my head That even I can't face. Janine,Janine,you'd like to crash my walls, But if you take an axe to me You'll kill another man Not me at all. You're fey, Janine, A tripper to the last. But if I catch you standing on my toes I'll have a right to shout you down. For you're a lazy stream In which my thoughts would drown. So stay, Janine And we can glide along. I've caught your for laughs, I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year. So take your glasses off And don't act so sincere. Janine,Janine,you'd like to know me well, But I've got things inside my head That even I can't face. Janine,Janine,you'd like to crash my walls, But if you take an axe to me You'll kill another man Not me at all. |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean. So rest your head and read a treasured dream. I care for no one else but you. I tear my soul to cease the pain. I think maybe you feel the same, What can we do? I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do. So I've been writing just for you. They say your life is going very well. They say you sparkle like a different girl. But something tells me that you hide When all the world is warm and tired. You cry a little in the dark, Well so do I. I'm not quite sure what you're supposed to say, But I can see it's not okay. He makes you laugh He brings you out in style. He treats you well And makes you up real fine. And when he's strong, He's strong for you. And when you kiss It's something new. But did you ever call my name Just by mistake? I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do. So I'll just write some love to you. |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
The Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass, We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our Hands. It was God's land. It was rugged and naive. It was Heaven. Touch,We touched the very soul Of holding each and every life. We claimed the very source of joy ran through. It didn't,but it seemed that way. I kissed a lot of people that day. Oh,to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon To paint that love upon a white balloon, And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed beyond his brain. Satori must be something just the same. We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size We talked with tall Venusians passing through. And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head And away they soared, Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud. Someone passed some bliss among the crowd. And We walked back to the road,unchained. "The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party." "The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party." "The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party." "The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party." "The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party." |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may God's love be with you Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff This is Ground Control to Major Tom You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare "This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell me wife I love her very much she knows" Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you.... "Here am I floating round my tin can Far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do." |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
Spy,spy,pretty girl,
I see you see me through your window. Don't turn your nose up, Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or the last. It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house, And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you. I'm the Cream Of the Great Utopia Dream. And you're the gleam In the depths of your banker's spleen. I'm a phallus in pigtails And there's blood on my nose, And my tissue is rotting Where the rats chew my bones, And my eye sockets empty See nothing but pain. I keep having this brainstorm About twelve times a day. So now,You could spend the morning walking with me,quite amazed As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed. I got eyes in my backside That see electric tomatoes On credit card rye bread. There are children in washrooms Holding hands with a queen. And my heads full of murders Where only killers scream. So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed Look out,I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed. Now you run from your window To the porcelain bowl. And you're sick from your ears To the red parquet floor. And the Braque on the wall Slides down your front And eats through your belly. It's very catching. So now,you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed |
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from David Bowie - Space Oddity (1969)
The 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 - 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 - 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 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 - Hunky Dory (1971)
Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain Two New Pence to have a go I'd like to be a gallery Put you all inside my show Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Andy walking, Andy tired Andy take a little snooze Tie him up when he's fast asleep Send him on a pleasant cruise When he wakes up on the sea Be sure to think of me and you He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue What a jolly boring thing to do Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all |
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I still down know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets Every time I thought I'd got it made It seems the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Ch-ch-changes Don't have to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Ch-ch-changes Don't want to be a better man Time may change me But I can't trace time I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence So the days flow through my eyes But the days still seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consolations They're quite aware of what they're going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Ch-ch-changes Don't tell them to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-changes Where's your shame You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change them But you can't trace time Strange fascination, fascinating me Changes are taking the pace I'm going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Ch-ch-changes Look out you rock 'n' rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Ch-ch-changes Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can't trace time |
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The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room The mobile spins to its collision Clara puts her head between her paws They've opened shops down West side Will all the cacti find a home But the key to the city Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
In Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time Things that happened in the past Only happened in your Mind Only in your Mind-Forget your Mind And you'll be free-yea' The writing's n the wall Free-yea'. And you can know it all If you choose. Just remember Lovers never lose 'Cause they are Free of thoughts unpure (sic) And of thoughts unkind Gentleness clears the soul Love cleans the mind And makes it Free. Happiness is happening The dragons have been bled Gentleness is everywhere Fear's just in your Head Only in your Head Fear is in your Head Only in your Head So Forget your Head And you'll be free The writing's on the wall Free-yea'. And you can know it all If you choose. Just remember Lovers never lose 'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure And of thoughts unkind Gentleness clears the soul Love cleans the mind And makes it Free!! Free-yea'. Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Free-yea'. Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
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Will you stay in our Lovers' Story
If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cause we believe in you Soon you'll grow so take a chance With a couple of Kooks Hung up on romancing Will you stay in our Lovers' Story If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cause we believe in you Soon you'll grow so take a chance With a couple of Kooks Hung up on romancing We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry I bought you a pair of shoes A trumpet you can blow And a book of rules On what to say to people when they pick on you 'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty Kookie too Will you stay in my Lovers' Story If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cause we believe in you Soon you'll grow so take a chance With a couple of Kooks Hung up on romancing And if you ever have to go to school Remember how they messed up this old fool Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads 'Cause I'm not much cop at punching Other people's Dads And if the homework brings you down Then we'll throw it on the fire And take the car downtown Will you stay in our Lovers' Story If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cause we believe in you Soon you'll grow so take a chance With a couple of Kooks Hung up on romancing Will you stay in our Lovers' Story If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cause we believe in you Soon you'll grow so take a chance With a couple of Kooks Hung up on romancing |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the silver screen But the film is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? It's on Amerika's tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame 'Cause Lennon's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a saddening bore 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed Put another log on the fire for me I've made some breakfast and coffee Look out my window and what do I see A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me All the nightmares came today And it looks as though they're here to stay What are we coming to No room for me, no fun for you I think about a world to come Where the books were found by the Golden ones Written in pain, written in awe By a puzzled man who questioned What we were here for All the strangers came today And it looks as though they're here to stay Oh You Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane Oh You Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Look at your children See their faces in golden rays Don't kid yourself they belong to you They're the start of a coming race The earth is a bitch We've finished our news Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use All the strangers came today And it looks as though they're here to stay Oh You Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane Oh You Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below He's down on the street And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo Oh, my heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low 'Cause she's hoping to score So I can't see her letting him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that She's an old-time ambassador Of sweet talking, night walking games And she's known in the darkest clubs For pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it Then she can do it, she don't make false claims But she's a Queen, and such are queens That your laughter is sucked in their brains Now she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down Yes she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down But it could have been me Yes, it could have been me Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that So I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall Oh the cot is so cold It don't feel like no bed at all Yeah I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall But he's down on the street So I throw both his bags down the hall And I'm phoning a cab 'Cause my stomach feels small There's a taste in my mouth And it's no taste at all It could have been me Oh yeah, it could have been me Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's secret realm Of dream reality I'm frightened by the total goal I'm drawing to the ragged hole And I ain't got the power anymore No I ain't got the power anymore I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes I'm living proof of Churchill's lies I'm destiny I'm drawn between the light and dark Where others see their targets Divine symmetry Should I kiss the viper's fang Or herald loud the death of Man I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain't got the power anymore Don't believe in yourself Don't deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death's release I'm not a prophet or a stone age man Just a mortal with potential of a superman I'm living on I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien Can't take my eyes from the great salvation Of bullshit faith If I don't explain what you ought to know You can tell me all about it On the next Bardo I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain't got the power anymore. |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue His words of truthful vengeance They could pin us to the floor Brought a few more people on And put the fear in a whole lot more Ah, Here she comes Here she comes Here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of a superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again You gave your heart to every bedsit room At least a picture on my wall And you sat behind a million pair of eyes And told them how they saw Then we lost your train of thought The paintings are all your own While troubles are rising We'd rather be scared Together than alone Ah, Here she comes Here she comes Here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of a superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again Now hear this Robert Zimmerman Though I don't suppose we'll meet Ask your good friend Dylan If he'd gaze a while down the old street Tell him we've lost his poems So they're writing on the walls Give us back our unity Give us back our family You're every nation's refugee Don't leave us with their sanity Ah, Here she comes Here she comes Here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of a superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again A couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again Oh, here she comes, here she comes Oh, here she comes, here she comes |
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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 - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Pushing thru the market square,
So many mothers sighing News had just come over, We had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet, Then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, Favourite melodies I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse, It had no room to spare I had to cram so many things To store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people, And all the tall-short people And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people I never thought I'd need so many people A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken arm, Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, And a queer threw up at the sight of that I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, Drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk We've got five years, stuck on my eyes Five years, what a surprise We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got five years, what a surprise Five years, stuck on my eyes We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got five years, stuck on my eyes Five years, what a surprise We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got We've got five years, what a surprise We've got five years, stuck on my eyes We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot Five years, that's all we've got Five years Five years Five years Five years |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
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Well she's a tongue twisting storm, She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money She's a funky-thigh collector Layin' on 'lectric dreams So come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself We can't dance, we don't talk much, We just ball and play But then we move like tigers on vaseline Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars So come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on Ho So come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on, We've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah Come on, ah, come on, ah |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
When you climb to the top of the mountain
Look out over the sea Think about the places perhaps, Where a young man could be Then you jump back down to the rooftops Look out over the town Think about all of the strange things circulating round It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down Well all the people have got their problems That ain't nothing new With the help of the good Lord We can all pull on through We can all pull on through Get there in the end Sometimes it'll take you right up and Sometimes down again It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven When you're going down Satisfaction, satisfaction Keep me satisfied I've got the love of a Hoochie Koochie woman She calling from inside She's a-calling from inside Trying to get to you All the woman really wants you can give her Something too It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Well, Annie's pretty neat, she always eats her meat
Joe is awful strong, bet your life he's putting us on Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving Oh move me, touch me John, I'm only dancing She turns me on, but I'm only dancing She turns me on, don't get me wrong I'm only dancing Oh shadow love was quick and clean, Life's a well-thumbed machine I saw you watching from the stairs, You're everyone that ever cared Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving Move me, touch me John, I'm only dancing She turns me on, but I'm only dancing She turns me on, but don't get me wrong I'm only dancing John, I'm only dancing She turns me on, but I'm only dancing She turns me on, but don't get me wrong I'm only dancing Dancing Won't someone dance with me? Touch me, Ohhh! |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
People stared at the makeup on his face
Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace The boy in the bright blue jeans Jumped up on the stage And lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and disgrace And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite out of sight, really quite paradise And he sang all night long Femme fatales emerged from shadows To watch this creature fair Boys stood upon their chairs To make their point of view I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey Lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and dismay And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite paradise And he sang all night long Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name Though they was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, and the song went on forever He was awful nice Really quite paradise He sang all night long |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
People stared at the makeup on his face
Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace The boy in the bright blue jeans Jumped up on the stage And lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and disgrace And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite out of sight, really quite paradise And he sang all night long Femme fatales emerged from shadows To watch this creature fair Boys stood upon their chairs To make their point of view I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey Lady stardust sang his songs Of darkness and dismay And he was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, the song went on forever And he was awful nice Really quite paradise And he sang all night long Oh how I sighed when they asked if I knew his name Though they was alright, the band was all together Yes he was alright, and the song went on forever He was awful nice Really quite paradise He sang all night long |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you Keep your mouth shut, You're squawking like a big monkey bird And I'm busting up my brains for the words Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be Make me baby, make me know you really care Make me jump into the air Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! Freak out, far out, in out |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, Then another finger, then your cigarette The wall-to-wall is calling, It lingers, then you forget Ohhh how how how, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it And the clocks waits so patiently on your song You walk past a cafe but you don't eat When you've lived too long Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide Chev brakes are snarling As you stumble across the road But the day breaks instead so you hurry home Don't let the sun blast your shadow Don't let the milk float ride your mind You're so natural - religiously unkind Oh no love! you're not alone You're watching yourself but you're too unfair You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care Oh no love! you're not alone No matter what or who you've been No matter when or where you've seen All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain You're not alone Just turn on with me and you're not alone Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful) Let's turn on and be not alone (wonderful) Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful) Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful) Oh gimme your hands. |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Stone love - she kneels before the grave
A brave son - who gave his life to see the slogan That hovers between the headstone and her eyes For they penetrate her grieving New love - a boy and girl they talking New words - that only they can share in New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts To sleep - through the fleeting hours of morning Love is careless in its choosing - Sweeping over cross a baby Love descends on those defenseless Idiot love will spark the fusion Inspirations have I none - Just to touch the flaming dove All I have is my love of love - and love is not loving Soul love - the priest that tastes the word and Told of love - and how my God on high is All love - though reaching up my loneliness evolves By the blindness that surrounds him Love is careless in its choosing - Sweeping over cross a baby Love descends on those defenseless Idiot love will spark the fusion Inspirations have I none - Just to touch the flaming dove All I have is my love of love - And love is not loving Lai lai la-la la-la la-la la lai lai La-lai la-lai la-lai lai lai lai La-la la-la la-la la-la-la la la la-la la la-la la la |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Tony went to fight in Belfast
Rudi stayed at home to starve I could make it all worthwhile as a rock & roll star Bevan tried to change the nation Sonny wants to turn the world, Well he can tell you that he tried I could make a transformation as a rock & roll star So inviting - so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation as a rock & roll star Get it all yeah! Oh yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey - And I'd c'mon like a regular superstar I could fall asleep at night as a rock & roll star I could fall in love all right as a rock & roll star I could make a transformation as a rock & roll star So inviting - so enticing to play the part I could play the wild mutation as a rock & roll star Get it all yeah! Oh yeah I could do with the money I'm so wiped out with things as they are I'd send my photograph to my honey - And I'd c'mon like a regular superstar I could fall asleep at night as a rock & roll star I could fall in love all right as a rock & roll star Rock'n'roll star Rock'n'roll star Bam bom bam Watch me now Bam |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
Goodbye love
Didn't know what time It was the lights were low oh how I leaned back on my radio oh oh Some cat was layin' down Some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade Came back like a slow voice On a wave of phase ha hase That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! o o Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two Look out your window I can see his light a ight If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight Don't tell your poppa or He'll get us locked up in fright There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie Starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He's told us not to blow it Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
(Hey man) oh leave me alone you know
(Hey man) oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta (Hey man) I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just Put my spine out of place (Hey man) my schooldays insane (Hey man) my work's down the drain (Hey man) well she's a total blam-blam She said she had to squeeze it but she.. And then she.. Oh don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right (Hey man) Ah Henry, don't be unkind, go away (Hey man) I can't take you this time, no way (Hey man) droogie don't crash here There's only room for one and Here she comes, here she comes Oh don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right Oh hit me! Oh don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Don't lean on me man, Cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back from Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City Ooo, Sufraggete city, ooo, Suffragette City Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette, Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am! A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Quite all right A Suffragette City Too fine A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City Oh, Suffragette Suffragette! |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew Where the posters are torn by the muggin gangs By the faggy parks and the burnt out vans I've got 99 years of laying in the dark and I'm far too young to lie I've got 99 ways to play my guitar It's going to pay me before I die So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam and come ball With my guitar and Mr. Bang o We can give you sweet head I'm tough as glass and clean as night Well if looks can love we can love all right I'm your rubber peacock angelic whore I'm a wrought iron face upon the wall I had 99 days of murder come life and I'm running away from it all I got a bedroom every mirror in town They're going to claim me if I fall So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear Gonna rock it in your head Shazam and come ball With my guitar and Mr. Bang o We can give you sweet head Sweet head Give you sweet head While you down there See my eyes of blocked emotion, See my tremble, see my fall Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last Besides I'm known to lay you, one and all Look south the way your mother dwells If she knew what's going down, she'd give you hell I'm the kind of man she warned me of Till there was rock you only had god You and I have a mutual vow we both like young, And we both like loud I got pretty shoes and I'm kid and proud I'm street side out with my ear to the crowd So bob your sweet head Brother Ziggy going to play I'm just about the best you can hear It's gonna rock it in your head Shazam and come ball With my guitar and Mr. Bang o We can give you a sweet head Move along sir ho |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red You got wit from my tongue, name on the sun I gotcha going to my breast Cause you're the only one, who uses school to pleasure You make me act real gone, you make me trawl along I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry Feel the teeth in your bone, heal ya head with my own Why if I don't have you home, we'll have to fight alone Hang all together Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again My Velvet Goldmine You're my taste, my trip, I'll be your master zip I'll suck your hair for kicks, You'll make me jump to my feet So you'll give me your hand, give me your sound Let my sea wash your face, I'm falling, I can't stand Oooh! Put your mink on Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again My Velvet Goldmine Oh Shoot you down, bang bang Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again My Velvet Goldmine Velvet Goldmine, Velvet Goldmine, My Velvet Goldmine Velvet Goldmine, Velvet Goldmine |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust (1972)
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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Subject : Leave me alone!!!!! <크로니클>(Chronicle, 2012)
