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WELL ANNIE'S PRETTY NEAT SHE ALWAYS EATS HER MEAT JOE IS AWFUL STRONG BET YOUR LIFE HE IS PUTTING US ON OH LORDY OH LORDY YOU KNOW I NEED SOME LOVING I'M MOVING 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 AH BACK STREET LOVE IS QUICK AND CLEAN LIFE'S A WELL-THUMBED MACHINE I SAW YOU WATCHING FROM THE STAIRS YOU'RE EV'RYONE WHO EVER CARED OH LORDY OH LORDY YOU KNOW I NEED SOME LOVING I'M MOVING 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 |
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from David Bowie - Young Americans (1975)
WELL ANNIE'S PRETTY NEAT SHE ALWAYS EATS HER MEAT JOE IS AWFUL STRONG BET YOUR LIFE HE IS PUTTING US ON OH LORDY OH LORDY YOU KNOW I NEED SOME LOVING I'M MOVING 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 AH BACK STREET LOVE IS QUICK AND CLEAN LIFE'S A WELL-THUMBED MACHINE I SAW YOU WATCHING FROM THE STAIRS YOU'RE EV'RYONE WHO EVER CARED OH LORDY OH LORDY YOU KNOW I NEED SOME LOVING I'M MOVING 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 |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down (1987)
It's just a one dollar secret
A lover's secrets in the UK Torn apart in the UK In the dribble of May-Day '87 and Cry '87 and Cry And there's nothing inside And there's nothing in mind And only you Rocket on thru the sky It couldn't be done without dogs It couldn't be once without us '87 and Cry '87 and Cry When the days were the days were the days boys When blue ties were for the biggy guys Frannie dressing down for the enemy You saw him hangin' on the enemy And there's no one in love And there's nowhere to scream And only you Race on to wonder where It couldn't be done without dogs It couldn't be once without us '87 and Cry '87 and Cry You can't make love with money You can't make mistakes with babies Nothing looked good on you That's how I liked you best Now you're ready for the real McCoy Deep in the heart of Cupid Murders on the heels of love Just the ghost of a story Just a one dollar secret Baby these were the sounds Baby these were the sounds And only you Whisper these things aren't true It couldn't be done with dogs It couldn't be once without us '87 and Cry '87 and Cry |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down [ep] (2007)
It's just a one dollar secret
A lover's secrets in the UK Torn apart in the UK In the dribble of May-Day '87 and cry '87 and cry And there's nothing inside And there's nothing in mind no And only you Rocket on thru the sky Well it couldn't be done without dogs Yeah it couldn't be once without us '87 and Cry '87 and Cry When the days were the days boys When blue ties were for the big guys Frannie dressing down for the enemy You saw him hangin' on the enemy And there's no one in love And there's nowhere to scream no And only you Race on to wonder where Well it couldn't be done without dogs It couldn't be once without us '87 and cry '87 and cry You can't make love with money You can't make mistakes with babies Nothing looked good on you That's how I liked you best Now you're ready for the real McCoy Deep in the heart of Cupid Murder on the heels of love Just a ghost of a story Just a one dollar secret Baby these were the sounds Baby these were the sounds And only you Whisper these things aren't true Well it couldn't be done with dogs Well it couldn't be once without us 87 and cry '87 and cry '87 and cry '87 and cry cry cry '87 and cry '87 and cry cry cry '87 and cry '87 and cry cry cry cry cry '87 and cry cry cry cry cry '87 and cry '87 and cry '87 and cry '87 and cry Hey Hey '87 and cry |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Someday they won't let you, now you must agree
The times, they are a-telling, and the changing isn't free We've read it in the tea leaves, the tracks are on TV Beware the sound mixture of 1984 They'll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air They'll tell that you're eighty, but brother, you won't care You'll be shooting up on anything, tomorrow's never there Beware the sound mixture in 1984 Come see, come see, remember me? We played love all my movie roll You said it would last, but I guess we've grown In 1984, who could ask for more 1984, who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore Mor-or-or-or-ore I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking for a ride I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65 Beware the sound mixture of 1984 Come see, come see, remember me? We played love all my movie roll You said it would last, but I guess we've grown In 1984, who could ask for more 1984, who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore Mor-or-or-or-ore 1984 1984 1984, more 1984, 1984, more 1984 |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Someday they won't let you
but now you must agree The times they are a telling and the changing isn't free. You've read it in the tealeaves the tracks are on T.V. Beware the silent roar of 1984. They'll break your pretty cranium and fill it full of air And tell you that you're eighty but lover you won't care. You'll be shooting up as usual like tomorrow isn't there Beware the silent roar of 1984. Come see come see remember me? We played out an allnight movie role. You said it would last but I guess we enroled in 1984. Who could ask for more? 1984 - who could ask for more? I'm looking for a vehicle I'm looking for a ride I'm looking for a party I'm looking for a side I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65 Beware the savage jaw of 1984. Come see come see remember me? . . . |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
5:15
I'm changing trains This little town Let me down This foreign rain Brings me down 5:15 Train overdue Angels have gone No ticket I'm jumping tracks I'm changing time *We never talk anymore Forever I will adore only you 5:15 All of my life Angels have gone I'm changing trains Angels like them Thin on the ground All of my life All legs and wings Swings turn the eyes 5:15 Train overdue Angels have gone *Repeat Cold station all of my life Forever I fear |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
Please don't tear this world asunder
Please take back this fear we're under I demand a better future Or I might just stop wanting you I might just stop wanting you Please make sure we get tomorrow All this pain and all the sorrow I demand a better future Or I might just stop needing you I might just stop needing you Give my children sunny smile Give them moon and cloudless sky I demand a better future Or I might just stop loving you, loving you, loving you When we talk, we talk to you When we walk, we walk to you From factory to field How many tears must fall Down there below Nothing is moving Oo-o I might just stop wanting you I might just stop needing you I might just stop loving you I demand a better future For I might just stop loving you, loving you, loving you I demand a better future For I might just stop loving you, loving you, loving you I demand a better future |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Poor soul
Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The Barbs laughed The fool is dead Poor dunce He's less than within us The brains talk But the will to live is dead And prayer can't Travel so far these days The talk of your life Standing so near To innocent eyes Poor dunce Swings thru the tunnels And claws his way Is small life so manic Are these really the days Poor dunce Poor dunce Poor soul Poor soul Poor soul |
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from David Bowie - Tonight (2003)
I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take I'm an absolute beginner When I'm absolutely sane As long as we're together The rest can go to hell I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners With eyes completely open But nervous all the same If our love song Could fly over mountains Could laugh at the ocean Just like the films There's no reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true Nothing much could happen Nothing we can't shake Oh, we're absolute beginners With nothing much at stake As long as you're still smiling There's nothing more I need I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners But if my love is your love We're certain to succeed If our love song Could fly over mountains Could sail over heartaches Just like the films If it's reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true |
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from David Bowie - Absolute Beginners [ep] (2007)
I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take I'm an absolute beginner And I'm absolutely sane As long as we're together The rest can go to hell I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners With eyes completely open But nervous all the same If our love song Could fly over mountains Could laugh at the ocean Just like the films There's no reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true Nothing much could happen Nothing we can't shake Oh we're absolute beginners With nothing much at stake As long as you're still smiling There's nothing more I need I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners But if my love is your love We're certain to succeed If our love song Could fly over mountains Sail over heartaches Just like the films If there's reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true |
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from David Bowie - Absolute Beginners [ep] (2007)
I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take I'm an absolute beginner And I'm absolutely sane As long as we're together The rest can go to hell I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners With eyes completely open But nervous all the same If our love song Could fly over mountains Could laugh at the ocean Just like the films There's no reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true Nothing much could happen Nothing we can't shake Oh we're absolute beginners With nothing much at stake As long as you're still smiling There's nothing more I need I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners But if my love is your love We're certain to succeed If our love song Could fly over mountains Sail over heartaches Just like the films If there's reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true |
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from David Bowie - Absolute Beginners [ep] (2007)
I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take I'm an absolute beginner And I'm absolutely sane As long as we're together The rest can go to hell I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners With eyes completely open But nervous all the same If our love song Could fly over mountains Could laugh at the ocean Just like the films There's no reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true Nothing much could happen Nothing we can't shake Oh we're absolute beginners With nothing much at stake As long as you're still smiling There's nothing more I need I absolutely love you But we're absolute beginners But if my love is your love We're certain to succeed If our love song Could fly over mountains Sail over heartaches Just like the films If there's reason To feel all the hard times To lay down the hard lines It's absolutely true |
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from David Bowie - Young Americans (1975)
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away Across the universe Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind Possessing and caressing me Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes They call me on and on Across the universe Thoughts meander like the restless wind inside a letter box They tumble blindly as they make their way Across the universe Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears Inciting and inviting me Limitless undying love, which shines around me like a million suns It calls me on and on and on Across the universe Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing's gonna Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing's gonna Noth, nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it Hey yeah, Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change it (nothing's gonna change it) Nothing's gonna change it (no no no no no) Nothing's gonna change my world (nothing's gonna change my world) |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
I wish I was smarter
I got so lost on the shore I wish I was taller Things really matter to me But I put my face in tomorrow I believe we're not alone I believe in Beatles I believe my little soul has grown And I'm still So afraid Yes, I'm still So afraid Yeah, I'm still So afraid On my own On my own What made my life so wonderful? What made me feel so bad? I used to wake up the ocean I used to walk on clouds If I put faith in medication If I can smile a crooked smile If I can talk on television If I can walk an empty mile Then I won't Feel afraid No, I won't Feel afraid I won't be Be afraid Anymore Anymore And then I just won't be afraid Anymore And then I just won't be afraid |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
Oh, show me us us the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why No Oh No, don't ask why For we must find the our the next whiskey bar Or if we don't find the our the next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, Moon of Alabama, it's time to say good-bye We've lost our good ol' mama, and must have whiskey, oh, you know why Oh, Moon of Alabama, it's time to say auf veidersahn [German good-bye] We've lost our good ol' mama, and must have little girl, oh, you know why You know why You know why |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
Watching him dash away, stringing an old bouquet-dead roses
Sake and strange diving Um-m-m-m you'll make it Passionate bright young things takes him away to war -- don't fake it Saddening glissando strings Um-m-m-m you'll make it Who'll Love Aladdin Sane Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise Who'll Love Aladdin Sane Motor sensational, Paris or may be hell -- I'm waiting Clutches of sad remains Waits for Aladdin Sane -- you'll make it Who'll love Aladdin Sane Millions weep a fountain, just in case of sunrise Who'll love Aladdin Sane |
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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Don't wanna stay alive when you're 25 Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face Funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Man I need a TV when I've got T. Rex Hey brother you guessed I'm a dude CHORUS (twice) All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news Now Jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen He can kick like a mule It's a real mean team We can love Oh we can love And my brother's back at home With his Beatles and his Stones We never got if off on that revolution stuff What a drag Too many snags Well I drunk a lot of wine And I'm feeling fine Gonna race some cat to bed Is this concrete all around Or is it in my head Oh brother you guessed I'm a dude |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Don't wanna stay alive when you're 25 Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face Funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Man I need a TV when I've got T. Rex Hey brother you guessed I'm a dude CHORUS (twice) All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news Now Jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen He can kick like a mule It's a real mean team We can love Oh we can love And my brother's back at home With his Beatles and his Stones We never got if off on that revolution stuff What a drag Too many snags Well I drunk a lot of wine And I'm feeling fine Gonna race some cat to bed Is this concrete all around Or is it in my head Oh brother you guessed I'm a dude |
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from David Bowie - The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars (1972)
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old willow tree In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who dies Full of beer, full of cries In a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who's born On a hot muggy morn By the dawn's early light In the port of Amsterdam Where the sailors all meet There's a sailor who eats Only fish heads and tails And he'll show you his teeth That have rotted too soon That can haul up the sails That can swallow the moon And he yells to the cook With his arms open wide "Hey, bring me more fish Throw it down by my side" And he wants so to belch But he's too full to try So he stands up and laughs And he zips up his fly In the port of Amsterdam You can see sailors dance Paunches bursting their pants Grinding women to porch They've forgotten the tune That their whiskey voice croaked Splitting the night With the roar of their jokes And they turn and they dance And they laugh and they lust Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts And then out of the night With their pride in their pants And the sluts that they tow Underneath the street lamps In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who drinks And he drinks and he drinks And he drinks once again He'll drink to the health Of the whores of Amsterdam Who've given their bodies To a thousand other men Yeah, they've bargained their virtue Their goodness all gone For a few dirty coins Well he just can't go on Throws his nose to the sky And he aims it up above And he pisses like I cry On the unfaithful love In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam |
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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 - 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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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus x 3] Come on, ah, come on, ah (repeat ad inf.) |
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from David Bowie - All Saints - Collected Insrumentals 1977-1999 (2003)
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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus x 3] Come on, ah, come on, ah (repeat ad inf.) |
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from Labyrinth (라비린스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1986)
As The World Falls Down -David Bowie-
There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I'll place the sky within your eyes There's such a fooled heart Beating so fast in search of new dreams A love that will last within your heart I'll place the moon within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you-oo-oo As the world falls down Falling (As the world) Falling down Falling in love I'll paint you mornings of gold I'll spin you Valentine evenings Though we're strangers till now We're choosing the path between the stars I'll leave my love between the stars As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you-oo-oo As the world falls down Falling (As the world) Falling down Falling in love |
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from David Bowie - Tonight (2003)
As The World Falls Down -David Bowie-
There's such a sad love Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I'll place the sky within your eyes There's such a fooled heart Beating so fast in search of new dreams A love that will last within your heart I'll place the moon within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you-oo-oo As the world falls down Falling (As the world) Falling down Falling in love I'll paint you mornings of gold I'll spin you Valentine evenings Though we're strangers till now We're choosing the path between the stars I'll leave my love between the stars As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill has gone Wasn't too much fun at all But I'll be there for you-oo-oo As the world falls down Falling (As the world) Falling down Falling in love |
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from David Bowie - Scary Monsters (1980)
Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song I've heard a rumour from Ground Control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the Action Man "I'm happy, hope you're happy too I've loved all I've needed to love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing <i>[CHORUS]</i> Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's 4 a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend "I'm happy, hope you're happy too" One flash of light but no smoking pistol I never done good things I never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now <i>[CHORUS]</i> My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song? I've heard a rumour from ground control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the action man: "I'm happy, hope you're happy, too I've loved all I've needed love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing just Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but this planet is glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing... Ashes to ash and funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again, I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend I'm happy, hope you're happy, too One flash of light but no smoking pistol I've never done good things I've never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said... |
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from The Heartbreak Kid (히트브레이크 키드) by Bill Ryan [best, ost] (2007)
Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song? I've heard a rumour from ground control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the action man: "I'm happy, hope you're happy, too I've loved all I've needed love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing just Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but this planet is glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing, glowing... Ashes to ash and funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again, I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend I'm happy, hope you're happy, too One flash of light but no smoking pistol I've never done good things I've never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said, "To get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom" My mother said... |
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from David Bowie - In Bertolt Brecht's Baal [ep] (1982)
Whilst his mother's womb contained the growing Baal
Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale Naked, young, immensely marvellous Like Baal loved it, when he came to us That same sky remained with him in joy and care Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal Turning pious as the sky grows pale So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go When Baal's tired, boys, Baal cannot fall far He will have his sky down there below When the sinners congregate in shame together Baal lay naked, revelling in their distress Only sky, a sky that will go on forever Formed a blanket for his nakedness And that lusty girl, the world, who'll laughing yield To the men who'll stand the pressure of her thighs Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as can't be healed Baal survived it, he just used his eyes And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered round He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room "Space enough" said Baal, "then I'll thicken the ground Space enough within this woman's womb" Any vice for Baal has got its useful side It's the man who practices it, he can't abide Vices have their point, once you see it as such Stick to two for one will be too much Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun Lots of strength is needed and experience too Swollen bellies can embarrass you Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears Once it's been digested to the forest's teeth Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky As they wait up there to see if Baal will die Sometimes Baal pretends he's dead, but vultures swoop Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup When the dark womb drags him down to its prize What's the world still mean to Baal, he's overfed So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes He'll just have enough sky when he's dead Once the Earth's dark womb engulfed the rotting Baal Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale Naked, young, immensely marvellous Like Baal loved it when he lived with us |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down (1987)
Young girls they know what they're after
Young girls don't kiss me goodbye Rockets shooting up into space Buildings they rise to the skies Bang Bang I got mine Bang Bang reach for the sky I keep a good friend on videotape He'll drive his sports car until it's too late But we'll have a hot time on the town tonight Cause love is my bet and it's the best yet Bang Bang I got mine Bang Bang sun don't shine Bang Bang you all angels Bang Bang now you all ought to be in pictures Oh girl Oh girl my problems can't follow me Phone calls I take my machine I wander lonely to the sea Lonely-Ha Ha-what does it mean Bang Bang I got mine Bang Bang and you are next in line Bang Bang reach for the sky Bang Bang sun don't shine Rise buildings Rise to the sky Young girls they know what they're after I said, young girls don't kiss me goodbye Your request matches 1 albums and 11 songs. |
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from David Bowie - Eart Hl I Ng (1997)
My my, but time do fly
When it's in another pair of hands And a loser I will be For I've never been a winner In my life I used the sucker pills And pity for the self Though it's the animal in me But I'd rather be a beggar man On the shelf Don't be so forlorn It's just the payoff It's the rain before the storm On a better day I'll take you by the hand And lead you thru' the doors Don't you let my letter Get you down My my, but time do fly When it's in another pair of pants And illusion I will be For I've never been a sinner La-de-dah |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
Sometimes you get so lonely
Sometimes you get nowhere I've lived all over the world I've left every place CHORUS Please be mine Share my life Stay with me Be my wife Sometimes you get so lonely Sometimes you get nowhere I've lived all over the world I've left every place CHORUS Sometimes you get so lonely |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down (1987)
Photograph king, watches you go
Fashions may change, heaven knows, but you still leave a stain on me Supplement queen, your colours may fade Seasons may change, weather blows, but you still leave a mark on me Wrong-negative fades-never the twain, reckless and tame I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look thru your things I'd like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear I'd like to beat on your drum Disco brat-follow the pack Watching you peel, heaven knows, prison can't hold all this greedy intention Vanity's child-picture you now Music may change-hi-di-ho keen to follow your nose Wrong-love out of tune Sweet is the night, bright light destroys me I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look thru your things I'd like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I like your face in the crowd I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to blow on your horn I'd like to beat on your drum |
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from David Bowie - Heroes (1977)
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
That's my kind of highrolling gone wrong My-my Smile at least You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast Something in the night Something in the day Nothing is wrong but darling Something's in the way There's slaughter in the air Protest on the wind Someone else inside me Someone could get skinned, how? My-my Someone fetch a priest You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast Darling My-my You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast (Weakling) My-my You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast I wanted to believe me I wanted to be good I wanted no distractions Like every good boy should My-my Nothing will corrupt us Nothing will compete Thank god heaven left us Standing on our feet My-my Beauty and the Beast My-my Just Beauty and the Beast You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast Darling My-my My My-my My |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
That's my kind of highrolling gone wrong My-my Smile at least You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast Something in the night Something in the day Nothing is wrong but darling Something's in the way There's slaughter in the air Protest on the wind Someone else inside me Someone could get skinned, how? My-my Someone fetch a priest You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast Darling My-my You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast (Weakling) My-my You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast I wanted to believe me I wanted to be good I wanted no distractions Like every good boy should My-my Nothing will corrupt us Nothing will compete Thank god heaven left us Standing on our feet My-my Beauty and the Beast My-my Just Beauty and the Beast You can't say no to the Beauty and the Beast Darling My-my My My-my My |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Don't talk of dust and roses
Or should we powder our noses? Don't live for last year's capers Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulses unreal He'll build a glass asylum With just a hint of mayhem He'll build a better whirlpool We'll be living from sin, then we can really begin Please savior, saviour, show us Hear me, I'm graphically yours Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us, some brave apollo Someone to fool us, someone like you We want you big brother, big brother I know you think you're awful square But you made everyone and you've been every where Lord, I'd take an overdose if you knew what's going down Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us, some brave apollo Someone to fool us, someone like you Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us, some brave apollo Someone to fool, someone like you Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us, some brave apollo Someone to fool, someone like you We want you big brother |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Don't talk of dust and roses
Or should we powder our noses? Don't live for last years capers Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulses unreal We'll build a glass asylum, with just a hint of mayhem We'll build a better whirlpool We'll be living from sin, and we can really begin Please Savior, save Your shores Hear me, I'm graphically Yours *Some one to claim us, some one to follow Some one to shame us, some brave Apollo Some one to fool us, some one like you We want you Big Brother, Big Brother I know you think you're awful square, that you've made every one, and been every where Lord, I'd take an overdose if they knew what's going down *Repeat (x3) We want you Big Brother |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
Oh you, you walk on past
Your lips cut a smile on your face Your scalding face To the cage, to the cage She was a beauty in a cage Too, too high a price To drink rotting wine from your hands Your fearful hands Get me to a doctor's I've been told Someone's back in town the chips are down I just cut and blackout I'm under Japanese influence And my honour's at stake The weather's grim, ice on the cages Me, I'm Robin Hood and I puff on my cigarette Panthers are steaming, stalking, screaming If you don't stay tonight I will take that plane tonight I've nothing to lose, nothing to gain I'll kiss you in the rain Kiss you in the rain Kiss you in the rain In the rain Get me to the doctor Get me off the streets (get some protection) Get me on my feet (get some direction) Hot air gets me into a blackout Oh, get me off the streets Get some protection Oh get me on my feet (wo-ooh!) While the streets block off Getting some skin exposure to the blackout (get some protection) Get me on my feet (get some direction, wo-ooh!) Oh get me on my feet Get me off the streets (get some protection) |
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from David Bowie - Black Tie White Noise (2005)
Getting my facts from a Benetton ad
I'm lookin' thru African eyes Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire I've got a face, not just my race, Bang Bang I've got you babe Sun comes up and the man goes down And the woman comes again Just an hour or so to be safe from fear Then we jump thru hoops, we're divisible now, just disappear We reach out over race and hold each other's hands Then die in the flames singing "we shall overcome" Whoa! What's going on? There'll be some blood no doubt about it But we'll come thru don't doubt it I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me You won't kill me You won't kill me But I look into your eyes And I wonder sometimes Oh Lord, just let him see me Lord, Lord just let him hear me Let him call me brother Let him put his arms around me Let him put his hands together. Reach over race and hold each other's hands Walk thru the nite thinking we are the world Woa! What's going on? There'll be some blood no doubt about it But we'll come thru don't doubt it I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me You won't kill me You won't kill me But I wonder why Yes, and I wonder why sometimes They'll show us how to break the rules But never how to make the rules Reduce us down to witless punks Facist cries both black and white, who's got the blood, who's got the gun. Putting on the black tie, cranking out the white noise (Just a fool!) |
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from David Bowie - Heroes (1977)
Oh you, you walk on past
Your lips cut a smile on your face Your scalding face To the cage, to the cage She was a beauty in a cage Too, too high a price To drink rotting wine from your hands Your fearful hands Get me to a doctor's I've been told Someone's back in town the chips are down I just cut and blackout I'm under Japanese influence And my honour's at stake The weather's grim, ice on the cages Me, I'm Robin Hood and I puff on my cigarette Panthers are steaming, stalking, screaming If you don't stay tonight I will take that plane tonight I've nothing to lose, nothing to gain I'll kiss you in the rain Kiss you in the rain Kiss you in the rain In the rain Get me to the doctor Get me off the streets (get some protection) Get me on my feet (get some direction) Hot air gets me into a blackout Oh, get me off the streets Get some protection Oh get me on my feet (wo-ooh!) While the streets block off Getting some skin exposure to the blackout (get some protection) Get me on my feet (get some direction, wo-ooh!) Oh get me on my feet Get me off the streets (get some protection) In a *? second * ? * |
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from David Bowie - Tonight (2003)
Blue Jean-I just met me a girl named Blue Jean
Blue Jean-she got a camouflaged face and no money Remember they always let you down when you need 'em Oh, Blue Jean-is heaven any sweeter than Blue Jean She got a police bike She got a turned up nose Sometimes I feel like (Oh, the whole human race) Jazzin' for Blue Jean (Oh, and when my Blue Jean's blue) Blue Jean can send me (Oh, somebody send me) Somebody send me (Oh, somebody send me) One day I'm gonna write a poem in a letter One day I'm gonna get that faculty together Remember like everybody has to wait in line Blue Jean-look out world you know I've got mine She got Latin roots She got everything Sometimes I feel like (Oh, the whole human race) Jazzin' for Blue Jean (Oh, and when my Blue Jean's blue) Blue Jean can tempt me (Oh, somebody send me) Somebody sent me (Oh, somebody send me) Sometimes I feel like (Oh, the whole human race) Jazzin' for Blue Jean (Oh, and when my Blue Jean's blue) Blue Jean can tempt me (Oh, somebody send me) Somebody sent me (Oh, somebody send me) Somebody somebody (Oh, somebody send me) Oh, somebody send me (Oh, somebody send me) |
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from David Bowie - Lodger (1979)
Heaven loves ya
The clouds part for ya Nothing stands in your way When you're a boy Clothes always fit ya Life is a pop of the cherry When you're a boy When you're a boy You can wear a uniform When you're a boy Other boys check you out You get a girl These are your favourite things When you're a boy Boys Boys Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out Uncage the colours Unfurl the flag Luck just kissed you hello When you're a boy They'll never clone ya You're always first on the line When you're a boy When you're a boy You can buy a home of your own When you're a boy Learn to drive and everything You'll get your share When you're a boy Boys Boys Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out |
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from David Bowie - Christiane F - Wir Kinder Vom Bahnhoff Z (1982)
1.2.3.4
Heaven loves ya The clouds part for ya Nothing stands in your way When you're a boy Clothes always fit ya Life is a pop of the cherry When you're a boy When you're a boy You can wear a uniform When you're a boy Other boys check you out You get a girl These are your favourite things When you're a boy Boys Boys Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out Uncage the colours Unfurl the flag Luck just kissed you hello When you're a boy They'll never clone ya You're always first on the line When you're a boy When you're a boy You can buy a home of your own When you're a boy Learn to drive and everything You'll get your share When you're a boy Boys Boys Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out |
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from David Bowie - Stage (1978)
Baby, I've been, breaking glass in your room again
Listen Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it See You're such a wonderful person But you got problems oh-oh-oh-oh I'll never touch you |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight Live E.P. [ep, live] (2006)
Baby, I've been, breaking glass in your room again
Listen Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it See You're such a wonderful person But you got problems oh-oh-oh-oh I'll never touch you |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
Baby, I've been, breaking glass in your room again
Listen Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it See You're such a wonderful person But you got problems oh-oh-oh-oh I'll never touch you |
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from David Bowie - Heathen (2002)
sitting here wishing on a cement floor
just wishing that i had just something you wore i put it on when i go lonely will you take off your dress and send it to me? i miss your kissin' and i miss your head and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead run outside in the desert heat make your dress all wet and send it to me i miss your soup and i miss your bread and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead so spill your breakfast and drip your wine just wear that dress when you dine sitting here wishing on a cement floor just wishing that i had just something you wore bloody your hands on a cactus tree wipe it on your dress and send it to me sitting here wishing on a cement floor just wishing that i had just something you wore |
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from David Bowie - Young Americans (1975)
Once we were lovers, can they understand?
Closer than others I was your, I was your man Don't talk of heartaches, (ohh), I remember them all When I'm checking you out one day, to see if I'm Faking it all Can you hear me? Can you feel me inside? Show your love, love Take it in right (take it in right) Take it in right (take it in right ahh) There's been many others (Oo-oo-oo-oohh) so many times Sixty new cities, an' what do I What do I find? I want love so badly, I want you most of all You know, it's harder to take it from anyone It's harder to fall Can you hear me call ya? Can you (hear me?) Can you (feel me inside?) Show your (love, love) Take it in right (take it in right) Take it in right (take it in right) Well, can you hear me? (yeah) Can you feel me inside (I do) Show your love, show your sweet,(your love) sweet love Show me your love |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
I'll make you deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your futures at stake My scent is amazing, it even smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the walls "I smell the blood of La Tre Katers" Rolled up scandal, and other bars Having so much fun with the poisonous people, spreading rumors and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing, and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner thats selling papier m?h' Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you want it, boys, get it here, thing So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Trey butch little number one say "Daddy, I want you" When its good, its really good, and when its bad I go to pieces If you want it, boys, get it here, thing On the street where you live I put a hole in my head, for I put all I had in another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar of a church with the *toy jar* {?} Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind, but we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds 'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights who press you on the prowl while shaking in fright I guess we'll cruise down one more time, with you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a band We'll jump in the river holding hands |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other bars I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you want it, boys, get it here, thing So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar like a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding hands |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other bars I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you want it, boys, get it here, thing So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar like a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding hands |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake My set is amazing, it even smells like a street There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses" Who wrote up scandals in other bars I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up Some make you sing and some make you scream One makes you wish that you'd never been seen But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay If you want it, boys, get it here, thing So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?" Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces" If you want it, boys, get it here, thing Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head For I put all I have in another bed On another floor, in the back of a car In the cellar like a church with the door ajar Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright I guess we could cruise down one more time With you by my side, it should be fine We'll buy some drugs and watch a band Then jump in the river holding hands |
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from David Bowie - Let's Dance (1983)
See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years Colder than the moon It's been so long Feel my blood enraged It's just the fear of losing you Don't you know my name Well, you been so long And I've been putting out fire With gasoline See these eyes so red Red like jungle burning bright Those who feel me near Pull the blinds and change their minds It's been so long Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me Ya wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well it's been so long And I've been putting out the fire with gasoline Putting out the fire With gasoline See these tears so blue An ageless heart that can never mend These tears can never dry A judgment made can never bend See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Just be still with me You wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well it's been so long And I've been putting out fire with gasoline Putting out fire with gasoline [Been so long] [Been so long] Well, it's been so long [Been so long] I've been putting out fire [Been so long] Well, it's been so long [Been so long] I've been putting out fire [Been so long] It's been so long [Been so long] Putting out fire [Been so long] Been so long [So long, so long] Been so long [So long, so long] Been putting out fire [Been so long, so long, so long] Been putting out fire [Been so long, so long, so long] Been so long [Been so long, so long, so long Been so long, so long, so long] I've been putting out fire [Been so long, so long, so long] Been putting out fire [Been so long, so long, so long] Been so long [So long, so long] Been so long [So long, so long] Been so long [So long, so long] |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years Colder than the moon It's been so long And I've been putting out fire With gasoline Feel my blood enraged It's just the fear of losing you Don't you know my name Well, you been so long See these eyes so red Red like jungle burning bright Those who feel me near Pull the blinds and change their minds It's been so long Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me Ya wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well it's been so long And I've been putting out fire with gasoline putting out fire with gasoline See these tears so blue An ageless heart that can never mend These tears can never dry A judgement made can never bend See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Just be still with me You wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well, it's been so long And I've been putting out fire with gasoline putting out fire with gasoline |
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from David Bowie - Hunky Dory (1971)
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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from David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
Oh yeah
Mm Still don't know what I was wating for And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed 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 (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't wanna be a richer one Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Just gonna have to be a different one 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 float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't tell them to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Where's your shame You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change me But you can't trace time Strange fascination, fascinating me Ah changes are taking the pace I'm going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Pretty soon now you're gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can't trace time I said that time may change me But I can't trace time |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
Oh yeah
Mm Still don't know what I was wating for And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed 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 (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't wanna be a richer one Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Just gonna have to be a different one 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 float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Don't tell them to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Where's your shame You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change me But you can't trace time Strange fascination, fascinating me Ah changes are taking the pace I'm going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange) Ch-ch-changes Pretty soon now you're gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can't trace time I said that time may change me But I can't trace time |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Brother
Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Brother
Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro |
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from Labyrinth (라비린스) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1986)
When the sun goes
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down) And the bands are back to back (and the bands are back) The brothers come round (the brothers come round) I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed) I shake my pretty little head (shake my pretty little head) Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet) Feelin' brighter than sunlight Louder than thunder Dancin' like a yo-yo (woooh!) Don't got no problems (no problems) Ain't got no suitcase (no suitcase) Ain't got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about) Ain't got no real estate or jewellery above my dealing-oh (ain't got no real estate...Oh!) I'm just throwin' my head (Throwing his head The chilliest bunch in the land (in the land) They don't look much They're sure chilly chilly They party til they glow, glow (hah!) Chilly down with fire gang Think small with the fire gang (it's the only way) Bad Heads and the fire gang (a smile a day keeps the doctor away) When you think this wild chilly down, chilly down with fire gang (hey, I'm a wild child!) Hang tall with the fire (woh, walk tall) Good times, bad moves(yeah) When you think this wild chilly down, chilly down (ha ha) Live and crazy, plainly lazy High rollin', funky strollin' Ball playin', hip swayin' Trouble makin', booty shakin' Dribblin', passin', jumpin', bouncin' Brylin', stylin', creepin', Shoutin' Sharp and screaming, double dealin' Rock and rollin', and-a readin' With the natural sexy feelin' Can you dig that groovy feelin'? So when things get too tough (get too tough) And your chin is dragging on the ground (dragging on the ground) And even down looks up (down looks up) Bad luck! We can show you a good time (show you a good time) And we don't charge not'ing (not'ing at all) Just strut your nasty stuff Wiggle in the middle, yeah Get the town talkin' fire gang! Chilly down with fire gang (t'ink small) T'ink small with fire gang (Bad Heads!) Bad Heads and the fire gang Hey! Listen up! When you think this wild chilly down, chilly down with fire gang (ah, shake your pretty little head) Hang tall with the fire (tap your pretty little feet) Good times, bad moves (come on! come on!) When your think this wild chilly down, chilly down with fire gang (woooh!) Think small with the fire gang (ha ha ha ha ha ha) Bad Heads and the fire gang! down (when the sun goes down) |
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from David Bowie - Let's Dance (1983)
Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl
Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl I could escape this feeling, with my China Girl I feel a wreck without my, little China Girl I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder Saw they stars crashing I'm a mess without, my little China Girl Wake up in the morning where's my, little China Girl I hear her heart's beating, loud as thunder I saw the stars crashing down I feel a-tragic like I'm Marlon Brando When I look at my China Girl And I could pretend that nothing really meant too much When I look at my China Girl I stumble into town, just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head Plans for everyone It's in the whites of my eyes My little China Girl You shouldn't mess with me I'll ruin everything you are Y'know, I'll give you television I'll give you eyes of blue I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world And when I get excited My little China Girl says "Oh baby just you shut your mouth" She says... "sh-sh-shhh" She says... "sh-sh-shhh" She says She says And when I get excited My little China Girl says "Oh baby just you shut your mouth" And when I get excited My little China Girl says "Oh baby just you shut your mouth" She says... "sh-sh-shhh" She says Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight Live E.P. [ep, live] (2006)
I could escape this feeling, with my china girl
I feel a wreck without my, little china girl I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder Saw they stars crashing I'm a ness without my, little china girl Wake up mornings where's my, little china girl I hear her heart's beating, loud as thunder Saw they stars crashing down I feel a-tragic like I'm marlon brando When I look at my china girl I could pretend that nothing really meant too much When I look at my china girl I stumble into town just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head Plans for everyone It's in the whites of my eyes My little china girl You shouldn't mess with me I'll ruin everything you are I'll give you television I'll give you eyes of blue I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world And when I get excited My little china girl says Oh baby just you shut your mouth She says ... sh-sh-shhh |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
I could escape this feeling, with my china girl
I feel a wreck without my, little china girl I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder Saw they stars crashing I'm a ness without my, little china girl Wake up mornings where's my, little china girl I hear her heart's beating, loud as thunder Saw they stars crashing down I feel a-tragic like I'm marlon brando When I look at my china girl I could pretend that nothing really meant too much When I look at my china girl I stumble into town just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head Plans for everyone It's in the whites of my eyes My little china girl You shouldn't mess with me I'll ruin everything you are I'll give you television I'll give you eyes of blue I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world And when I get excited My little china girl says Oh baby just you shut your mouth She says ... sh-sh-shhh |
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from David Bowie - 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 - Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars/ 30th Anniversary (2003)
I've seen all the rest of my Hollywood highs
The best of the last, cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff from my legend, the films that I made Forget that I'm fifty, 'cause you just got paid Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you'll feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead You found yourself a trick down on Sunset and Vine But since you pinned your baby you're a porcupine You sold me illusions, a sack full of checques You made a bad connection 'cause I just want your sex Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you'll feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead Stay Ooh, stay Just for a day Ooh yeah Don't you care? Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo! Oh yeah |
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from David Bowie - Aladdin Sane - 30Th Anniversary Remaster (2005)
I've come on a few years from my Hollywood Highs
The best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff on my legend, the films that I made Forget that I'm fifty cause you just got paid <i>[CHORUS]</i> Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is that all that you feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead You caught yourself a trick down on Sunset and Vine But since he pinned you baby you're a porcupine You sold me illusions for a sack full of cheques You've made a bad connection 'cause I just want your sex <i>[CHORUS]</i> |
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from David Bowie - Serious Moonlight [video, live] (2006)
I've seen all the rest of my Hollywood highs
The best of the last, cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff from my legend, the films that I made Forget that I'm fifty, 'cause you just got paid Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you'll feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead You found yourself a trick down on Sunset and Vine But since you pinned your baby you're a porcupine You sold me illusions, a sack full of checques You made a bad connection 'cause I just want your sex Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you'll feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead Stay Ooh, stay Just for a day Ooh yeah Don't you care? Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo! Oh yeah |
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from David Bowie - Let's Dance (1983)
You never told me of your other faces
You were the widow of a wild cat And now I know about your special kisses And I know you know where that's at I guess I recognise your destination I think I see beneath your make-up What you want is sort of separation This is no ordinary This is no ordinary (Ah, ah, ah) What a criminal world The boys are like baby-faced girls What a criminal girl She'll show you where to shoot your gun What a typical mother's son The only thing that she enjoys Is a criminal world Where the girls are like baby-faced boys You've got a very heavy reputation But no-one knows about your low-life I know a way to find a situation And hold a candle to your high-life disguise You caught me kneeling at your sister's door That was no ordinary stick-up I'm well aware just what you're looking for I am no ordinary I am no ordinary (Ah, ah, ah) What a criminal world The boys are like baby-faced girls What a criminal girl She'll show you where to shoot your gun What a typical mother's son The only thing that she enjoys Is a criminal world Where the girls are like baby-faced boys |
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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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from David Bowie - Tonight (2003)
Something's going on in society
(Dancing with the big boys) You chew your fingers and stare at the floor (Dancing with the big boys) One wrong word and you're out of sync Talking bout a hands on policy (Big boys) Death to the trees (Dancing with the big boys) They weren't bad, they weren't brave Nothing is embarrassing (Dancing with the big boys) There are too many people, too much belief (Dancing with the big boys) Where there's trouble there's poetry (Dancing with the big boys) Your family is a football team (Big boys) This dot marks your location (Dancing with the big boys) Loneliness in a free society (Dancing with the big boys) (Big boys) This can be embarrassing (Big boys) (Dancing with the big boys) (Big boys) (Big boys) |
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from David Bowie - Never Let Me Down (1987)
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo She was born in a handbag love left on a doorstep What she lacks is a backup nothing seems to make a dent Gonna find her some money honey try to pay her rent That's the kind of protection everyone is shouting about Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo First thing she learns is she's a citizen, some things they turn out right When you're under the USA something rings a bell and it's all over She's going out her way stealing for that one good rush Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out She could use a little money she's hangin' on his arms like a cheap suit she's got no money, honey she's the other side Oh come on little baby late night, big town, police, shake down Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out She's got a ticket to nowhere she's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name she's in the pocket of a home boy Oo she's gonna take her a shotgun Pow spin the grail spin the drug She's gonna make them well aware she's an angry gal Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Suddenly there's angels everywhere Angels in a ton of sound And they shootin' her down Shootin her with video-drugs-bullets and promises |
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from David Bowie - Day-In Day-Out [ep] (2007)
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo She was born in a handbag love left on a doorstep What she lacks is a backup nothing seems to make a dent Gonna find her some money honey try to pay her rent That's the kind of protection everyone is shouting about Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo First thing she learns is she's a citizen, some things they turn out right When you're under the US someone rings a bell and it's all over She's going out her way stealing for that one good rush Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day In Oo oo Day Out Oo oo She could use a little money she's hangin' on his arms like a cheap suit she's got no money, honey she's on the other side Oh come on little baby late night, big town, police, shake down Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out She's got a ticket to nowhere she's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name she's in the pocket of a home boy Oh she's gonna take her a shotgun Pow spin the grail spin the drug She's gonna make them well aware she's an angry gal Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out There is angels everywhere Certainty shoting her down Shootin her with video-drugs-bullets and promises Angels in a ton of sound And there's Day In Day Out You stay in Or ya You fade out Fade out You fade out Pao Fading out Fade out Fade out |
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from David Bowie - Day-In Day-Out [ep] (2007)
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo She was born in a handbag love left on a doorstep What she lacks is a backup nothing seems to make a dent Gonna find her some money honey try to pay her rent That's the kind of protection everyone is shouting about Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo First thing she learns is she's a citizen, some things they turn out right When you're under the US someone rings a bell and it's all over She's going out her way stealing for that one good rush Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day In Oo oo Day Out Oo oo She could use a little money she's hangin' on his arms like a cheap suit she's got no money, honey she's on the other side Oh come on little baby late night, big town, police, shake down Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out She's got a ticket to nowhere she's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name she's in the pocket of a home boy Oh she's gonna take her a shotgun Pow spin the grail spin the drug She's gonna make them well aware she's an angry gal Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out There is angels everywhere Certainty shoting her down Shootin her with video-drugs-bullets and promises Angels in a ton of sound And there's Day In Day Out You stay in Or ya You fade out Fade out You fade out Pao Fading out Fade out Fade out |
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from David Bowie - Day-In Day-Out [ep] (2007)
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo She was born in a handbag love left on a doorstep What she lacks is a backup nothing seems to make a dent Gonna find her some money honey try to pay her rent That's the kind of protection everyone is shouting about Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo First thing she learns is she's a citizen, some things they turn out right When you're under the US someone rings a bell and it's all over She's going out her way stealing for that one good rush Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day In Oo oo Day Out Oo oo She could use a little money she's hangin' on his arms like a cheap suit she's got no money, honey she's on the other side Oh come on little baby late night, big town, police, shake down Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out She's got a ticket to nowhere she's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name she's in the pocket of a home boy Oh she's gonna take her a shotgun Pow spin the grail spin the drug She's gonna make them well aware she's an angry gal Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out There is angels everywhere Certainty shoting her down Shootin her with video-drugs-bullets and promises Angels in a ton of sound And there's Day In Day Out You stay in Or ya You fade out Fade out You fade out Pao Fading out Fade out Fade out |
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from David Bowie - Day-In Day-Out [ep] (2007)
Day-In Day-Out
Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo She was born in a handbag love left on a doorstep What she lacks is a backup nothing seems to make a dent Gonna find her some money honey try to pay her rent That's the kind of protection everyone is shouting about Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo First thing she learns is she's a citizen, some things they turn out right When you're under the US someone rings a bell and it's all over She's going out her way stealing for that one good rush Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Day In Oo oo Day Out Oo oo She could use a little money she's hangin' on his arms like a cheap suit she's got no money, honey she's on the other side Oh come on little baby late night, big town, police, shake down Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out Oo Oo Oo Oo Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out She's got a ticket to nowhere she's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name she's in the pocket of a home boy Oh she's gonna take her a shotgun Pow spin the grail spin the drug She's gonna make them well aware she's an angry gal Day-In Day-Out Stay-In Fade-Out There is angels everywhere Certainty shoting her down Shootin her with video-drugs-bullets and promises Angels in a ton of sound And there's Day In Day Out You stay in Or ya You fade out Fade out You fade out Pao Fading out Fade out Fade out |
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from David Bowie - Eart Hl I Ng (1997)
He swivels his head
Tears his eyes from the screen As his past puts him back in Atlantic City There's not even a demon in Heaven or Hell Is it all just human disguise? As I walk down the aisle * Background vocals [Gone gone gone spinning slack through reality] [Dance my way falling up through the years] [Till I swivel back round when I fly fly fly] [Losing breath from the water when I'm gone gone gone] And I'm gone gone gone Now I'm older than movies Let me dance away Now I'm wiser than dreams Let me fly fly fly While I'm touching tomorrow And I know who's there When silhouettes fall And I'm gone Like I'm dancing on angels And I'm gone through a crack in the past Like a dead man walking Like a dead man walking Three old men dancing under the lamplight Shaking their sex and their bones And the boys that we were An alien nation in therapy Sliding naked and new Like a bad tempered child On a rain slicked street *Repeat And I'm gone And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels And I'm gone, through the crack in the past Like a dead man walking Like a dead man walking Like a dead man Like a dead man walking And I'm gone gone gone Let me dance dance dance And I'm gone gone gone Let me dance dance dance And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels And I'm gone, through a crack in the past And I'm gone, like I'm dancing on angels And I'm gone, through a crack in the past Like a dead man walking Like a dead man walking Like a dead man Like a dead man walking ad lib... |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
(spoken) This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal CHORUS (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized CHORUS Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow CHORUS Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat) |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal *(Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sable-ized *Repeat Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow *Repeat Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat) |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
(spoken) This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal CHORUS (Will they come?) I'll keep a friend serene (Will they come?) Oh baby, come unto me (Will they come?) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized CHORUS Oo-oo-ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow CHORUS Ooh, call them the Diamond Dogs (x2) Bow-wow, woof woof, bow-wow, wow Call them the Diamond Dogs Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them Call them the Diamond Dogs, call them, call them, ooo Call them the Diamond Dogs Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK Hey-hey-hey-hey Beware of the Diamond Dogs (repeat) |
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from David Bowie - Diamond Dogs (30Th Anniversary) (2004)
Now we can talk in confidence
Did you guess that we've been done wrong Lies jumped the queue to be first in line Such a shameless design He thinks he's well screened from the man at the top It's a shame that his children disagree They cooly decide to sell him down the line Daddy's brainwashing time He?s a dodo, no no didn't hear it from me He?s a dodo, no no didn't hear it from me She's quite enthralled with the childhood of yore When a unit was a figure not a she When lovers chose each other now the perk's are due Another memo to screw She?s a dodo, no no didn't hear it from me She?s a dodo, no no didn't hear it from me Can you wipe your nose my child without them stlotting in your file a photograph Can you sleep alone at night wake to find the scorching light of neighbour jim He's come to turn you in Another dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me Another dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me Another do, do Didn't hear it from me |
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Subject : Leave me alone!!!!! <크로니클>(Chronicle, 2012)
