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1917
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
(Instrumental)
1984
(David Bowie)
Someday they won't let you, now you must agree
The times they are a-telling, and the changing isn't free
You've read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
They'll split your pretty cranium and fill it full of air
And tell that you're eighty, but brother you won't care
You'll be shooting up on anything, tomorrow's never there
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
CHORUS
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
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 savage jaw
Of 1984
CHORUS
1984
1984
1984 (more)
1984
1984 (more)
1984
(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).
1984/Dodo
(David Bowie)
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 tea leaves, the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage jaw
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 wasn't there
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played at an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we rolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for more)
Now we can talk in confidence
Did you guess that we've been done wrong?
Lies jump in 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 coolly decide to sell him down the line
Daddy's brainwashing time
He's a dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me (didn't hear it from me)
He's a dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me (didn't hear it from me)
She's doesn't recall her blessed childhood of yore
When a unit was a figure, not a she
When lovers chose each other seems the perks are due
Another memo to screw
She's a dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me (didn't hear it from me)
She's a dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me (didn't hear it from me)
Can you wipe your nose my child
Without them slotting in your file a photograph?
Will you sleep in fear tonight?
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 (didn't hear it from me)
Another dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me (didn't hear it from me)
Another dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me (didn't hear it from me)
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played at an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984, who could ask for more
1984, who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore
Mor-or-or-or-ore
1984
1984 (who could ask for more)
1984
1984 (who could ask for more)
1984
1984 (who could ask for more)
1984
Ooooo
(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974. Several versions recorded including duet with Lulu. The Ryko release had Lulu's vocals removed).
5:15 The Angels Have Gone
(David Bowie)
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
We never talk anymore
Forever I will adore only you
Cold station all of my life
Forever I fear
'87 And Cry
(David Bowie)
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 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
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
A Better Future
(David Bowie)
Please don't tell us were the sun goes
Please take back this fear of anger
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, all this sorrow
I demand a better future
For I might just stop needing you
I might just stop needing you
I demand a better future
For I might just stop loving you
Loving you, loving you
We told you
We walk too
How many tears must fall
Down here
Nothing is you
I might just stop wanting you
I might just stop needing you
I might just stop loving you
I demand a better future
I demand a better future
I demand a better future
For I might just stop loving you
Loving you, loving you
I demand a better future
I demand a better future
I demand a better future
Or I might just stop loving you
Loving you, loving you
I demand a better future
A Big Hurt
(David Bowie)
For Michelle
To meet her once just to know it through and through
I know, I know
But it ain't finished till the fat lady sings
I know, I know
How can I help you?
You're just a wanna-be
I'm a believer
You're a sex receiver
And me with a big hurt
You know I had a big hurt
From the very start
I'm hurting so bad
'Cos you're my room mate from hell
CHORUS
Got to take some blows on the stepping stones
Speak in extremes
It'll save you time
You were a Saint abroad
But a devil at home
Come on here, woo-woo
And kiss it for me
To meet her once just to know it through and through
I know, I know
Even a glass eye in a duck's ass can see that
I know, I know
How can I help you?
I'm hit with a big hurt
You know I had
A great big hurt
From the very start
I'm hurting so bad
And here come the Indians oooo
CHORUS
Kiss it for me, woo-woo
Kiss it for me
Woo-woo, kiss it for me
Come on here, woo-woo
Kiss it for me
Kiss it where it counts
Kiss it for me
Come on here, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo
Kiss it for me
I know
A Fleeting Moment
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels. Translation: Lin Xi)
(No lyrics)
(Mandarin version of Seven Years In Tibet recorded in 1997).
A Foggy Day In London Town
(George Gershwin)
I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known
CHORUS
A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn't passed
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere
A Lad In Vein
(David Bowie)
(Instrumental)
(See Zion)
A New Career In A New Town
(David Bowie)
(Instrumental)
(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).
A Small Plot Of Land
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell)
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed at 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 through the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days?
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
He pushed back the pigmen
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor, poor soul
Poor, poor, poor (etc)
Abdulmajid
(David Bowie/Brian Eno)
(Instrumental)
(Recorded during the "Heroes" sessions at Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1978. Previously untitled until Ryko release, Abdulmajid is Iman's maiden name).
Absolute Beginners
(David Bowie)
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
CHORUS
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean/sail over heartaches (second time)
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
CHORUS
Across The Universe
(John Lennon/Paul McCartney)
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
CHORUS 1 (twice)
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
CHORUS 1 (twice)
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
CHORUS 1 (three times)
CHORUS 2 (two times)
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing's gonna
Nothing's gonna to change my world
CHORUS 3
Nothing's gonna change it
Nothing's gonna change it
Hey
CHORUS 3 (two times)
Nothing's gonna change my world
CHORUS 3
Nothing's gonna change my world
Afraid
(David Bowie)
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
Yea, 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
African Night Flight
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Brian Eno)
African nightmare one-time Mormon
More men fall in Hullabaloo men
I slide to the nearest bar
Undermine chairman I went too far
Bent on a windfall rent a Sony
Wonder how the dollar went down?
Gotta get a word to Elizabeth's father
Hey ho, he wished me well
CHORUS 1 (two times)
Seemed like another day
I could fly into the eye of God on high
CHORUS 2 (two times)
His burning eye will see me through
One of these days, one of these days
Gotta get a word through one of these days
CHORUS 3 (two times)
Asanti habari habari habari
Asanti nabana nabana nabana
Getting in mood for a Mombassa night flight
Pushing my luck, gonna fly like a mad thing
Bare strip take-off skimming over Rhino
Born in slumber less than peace
Struggle with a child whose screaming dreaming
Drowned by the props all steely sunshine
Sick of you, sick of me
Lust for the free life
Quashed and maimed
Like a valuable loved one
Left unnamed
CHORUS 1 (two times)
Over the bushland over the trees
Wise like Orangutan that was me
CHORUS 2 (two times)
CHORUS 3 (repeat ad inf.)
(Recorded during the Lodger sessions at Mountain Studios, Montreux, Switzerland in 1979).
After All
(David Bowie)
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all, after all
Live your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
After all, after all
After Today
(David Bowie)
Always in trouble
Never to blame
Must be your double
Feel the same
Here it comes again
Doing the wrong thing
Forgetting your lines
Waiting for something
Better to shine
Hate that same old game
After today - fortune then will find you
After today - plane will fly you away
After today - you'll find the one you're after
After today - look out, after today
What kind of rescue?
What will you be?
Where can you take it baby for free?
Break that heart for me!
CHORUS
After today - the fortune fan will find you
After today - they may pry you away
After today - you'll find the one you're after
After today - look out, after today
CHORUS
After today - the fortune fan will find you
After today - they will pry you away
After today - you'll find the one you're after
After today - look out, after today
Today
After today
After today, hey
Look out, after today
Ah, yeah
Look, ah (laughter)
(Spoken: "I was getting into that")
Al Alba
(David Bowie. Translation: Carlos Alomar)
(No lyrics)
(Spanish version of Day In Day Out).
Alabama Song
(Kurt Weil/Bertolt Brecht)
VERSE (*whiskey*)
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
CHORUS (*whiskey*)
Oh, Moon of Alabama
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good ol' mama
And must have *whiskey*, oh you know why
CHORUS (*whiskey*)
VERSE (*little dollar*)
CHORUS (*dollar*)
CHORUS (*dollar*)
VERSE (*little girl*)
CHORUS (*little girl*)
Oh, Moon of Alabama
It's time to say auf weidersehn
We've lost our good ol' mama
And must have little girl, oh you know why
You know why
You know why
(Recorded at Mountain Studios, Montreux, Switzerland in 1979).
Aladdin Sane (1913-1938-197?)
(David Bowie)
Watching him dash away, swinging an old bouquet - dead roses
Sake and strange divine
Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh you'll make it
Passionate bright young things, takes him away to war - don't fake it
Saddening glissando strings
Uh-h-h-uh-h-uh - you'll make it
Who will love Aladdin Sane
Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Who will love Aladdin Sane
Motor sensational, Paris or maybe hell - I'm waiting
Clutches of sad remain
Waits for Aladdin Sane - you'll make it
Who will love Aladdin Sane
Millions weep a fountain, just in case of sunrise
Who will love Aladdin Sane
Will love Aladdin Sane
Who'll love Aladdin Sane
Who will love Aladdin Sane
Millions weep a fountain, just in case of sunrise
Who will love Aladdin Sane
Will love Aladdin Sane
Will love Aladdin Sane
Say the lights are oh so bright on Broadway
Algeria Touchshriek
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: Bowie/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell)
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide intellect
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or, that sort of thing
If I had another broken man
Oh, I dream of something like that
All Saints
(David Bowie/Brian Eno)
(Instrumental)
All The Madmen
(David Bowie)
Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground
Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cos it's such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all... am I?
Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my E.S.T. makes three
'Cos I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sad men roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content they're all as sane
As me
(Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim)
Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that it's real
Then ask me how I feel
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all
Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
My libido's split on me
Gimme some good old lobotomy
'Cos I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sad men
Roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le Chien (repeat)
All The Young Dudes
(David Bowie)
Now Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide
Kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
All that speed jive
Don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty-five
Lucy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Freddy's got zits from picking off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Oh the television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T. Rex
Brother you guessed
I'm a dude yeah
CHORUS (twice)
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Now Jimmy looks sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
Oh yes, we can love
Brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
It was such a drag
Too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head?
Brother you guessed
Well I'm a dude yeah
CHORUS (repeat ad inf.)
(Demo recorded in May 1972 with Mott The Hoople).
All The Young Dudes (long version)
(David Bowie)
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the head when he reached twenty-five
That's speed jive
Don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty-five
Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face
A funky little boat race
An' the television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
That man I need TV when I got T. Rex
Hey Mister you guessed
I'm a dude Dad
CHORUS
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
yeah yeah
Lucy looks sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team but we can love
Oh we got love
Brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on his revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
Drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gotta race some cat to bed
Is there concrete all around
Or in my head?
Just in my head
Yeah I'm a Dude, Dad
CHORUS (repeat twice)
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Almost Grown
(Chuck Berry)
Yeah 'n' I'm doin' all right in school
They ain't said I broke no rule
I ain't never been in Dutch
I don't browse around too much
Don't bother me, leave me alone
Anyway I'm almost grown
I don't run around with no mob
Got myself a little job
I'm gonna buy me a little car
Drive my girl in the park
Got my eye on a little girl
Ah, she's really out of this world
When I take her to the dance
She's got to talk about romance
You know I'm still livin' in town
But I done married and settled down
Now I really have a ball
So I don't browse around at all
Always Crashing In The Same Car
(David Bowie)
Every chance, every chance that I take
I'll take it on the road
With kilometers and the red light
I was always looking left and right
Oh, but ?
Always crashing in the same car
Jasmine, I saw you peeping
As I pushed my foot down to the floor
I was going, round and round, the hotel garage
Must have been touching close to ninety-four
Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car
Yeah
(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).
Amazing
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
I'm lazy
You crazy, girl
Stay by my side
I'm scared you'll
Meet someone
In whom you'll confide
No, no, no
CHORUS
Life's still a dream
Your love's amazing
Since I found you
My life's amazing
I pledge you'll
Never be blue
There's too much at stake to be down
My nightmare
Rooted here watching you go
Divine in both our lives
Life's still a dream
Your love's amazing
Amazing
Since I found you
My life's a roll
Go, go, go
And it's amazing
It's amazing
Go, go, go
It's amazing
Ow, ow, ow
Go, go, go
Ow, ow
It's amazing
America
(Paul Simon)
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America
"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bow tie is really a camera"
"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
She said "We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I gazed at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
"Kathy" I said, but I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America(First song of the 'Concert for New York City' benefit gig in New York City at Madison Squre Garden on 20th October 2001).
Amlapura
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
(Also version done in Indonesian)
Hey-hey it's the tall sail
On a beach reach for Java
Make way for to Java
Watching for Boogies
Hey-hey it's a dreaming
I would burn you if you should die
Hey-hey I would burn too
If you should lie upon that bamboo pyre
CHORUS
I dream of Amlapura
Never saw in all my life a more shining jewel
I dream of Amlapura
Of an ocean or dream of a Princess in stone
Hey-hey golden roses around
A Rajah's mouth
Hey-hey all the dead children buried standing
A flying Dutchman
Smoking gun and spice wind
CHORUS
I dream of Amlapura
Of a Princess in stone
Hey-hey it's a tall ship
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Amlapura
Amlapura - (Indonesian version)
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels. Translated: ?)
Hey, hey, ada kapal layar
Menuju Jawa
Dari jalan ke Jawa jaga-jaga
Jika ada orang Bugis
Hey, hey, ini mimpi
Kukan bakarmu jika kau harus pergi
Hey, hey, kubakan
Maka diriku
Jika kau baring di balai bambu
Kumimpi tentang Amlapura
Tak pernah kulihat permata seindah ini
Kumimpi tentang Amlapura
Lautan atau mimpi
Tentang patung putri
Hey, hey, patung raja
Dikalungi mawar emas
Hey, hey, kanak-kanak, tewas di tempat
Oleh bedil-Belanda
Dari kapal letaknya
Kumimpi tentang Amlapura
Tak pernah kulihat permata seindah ini
Kumimpi tentang Amlapura
Lautan atau mimpi
Tentang patung putri
Kumimpi tentang Amlapura
Tentang patung putri
Hey, hey, ada kapal layar
Kumimpi tentang Amlapura
Atas deknya dan kapal tempatnya
Dari jalan ke Jawa
Dari jalan ke Jawa
Amsterdam
(Jacques Brel/Mort Schumann)
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 snot that they tow
Underneath the street lamp
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
When he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
Aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
An Occasional Dream
(David Bowie)
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 tomorrow's 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, long ago
And I still 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
And I Say To Myself
(David Bowie)
And I say to myself
I've got it wrong, wrong, wrong
She is a playgirl
She the wrong wrong girl for me
And I say to myself
You're a fool, fool, fool
She doesn't love you
She doesn't need you, this I know
She's got a trail of men that she takes
Wherever she goes
She hasn't the strength to love any single man for a length of time
(And I say to myself)
Ooh, I don't stand a chance
(And I say to myself)
It's a long long romance
(And I say to myself)
Well, she's out to slay
(And I say to myself)
Well, she's got it made
(And I say to myself)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(And I say to myself)
Oh yeah
And I say to myself that she shouldn't love anybody else in the world but me
And I say to myself
Forget her now, now, now
She don't want you
She don't love you anymore
And I say to myself you're a fool, fool, fool
She's don't love you
She don't need you, this I know
And I turn around and look at myself
You'll never get her, you're a fool
Say after me I'm a fool - I'm a fool
(And I say to myself)
I can't get what I want
(And I say to myself)
And it makes me sad
(And I say to myself)
I can't get what I want
(And I say to myself)
And it makes me mad
(And I say to myself)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(And I say to myself)
Oh yeah
And I say to myself that she shouldn't love anybody else in the world but me
Yeah
Yeah
(And I say to myself)
Oh, I feel so sad
(And I say to myself)
She's making me mad
(And I say to myself)
And I say to myself
(And I say to myself)
That I love her
(And I say to myself)
And I say to myself that I need her
(And I say to myself)
Oh, I need her
And I say to myself I'm a fool
And I say to myself
Andy Warhol
(David Bowie)
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
CHORUS
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 wake 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
(Chorus repeat)
Angel Angel Grubby Face
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere
(Pete Townsend/Roger Daltrey)
CHORUS
I can go anyway (way I choose)
I can live anyhow (win or lose)
I can go anywhere (for something new)
Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Do anything (right or wrong)
I can talk anyhow (and get along)
I don't care anyway (I never lose)
Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Nothing gets in my way
Not even locked doors
Don't follow the lines that been laid before
I get along anyway I care
Anyway, anyhow, anywhere
CHORUS
I can go anyway (way I choose)
I can live anyhow (win or lose)
I can do anything (for something new)
Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose
Anyway, anyway I choose
I wanna go
Do it myself, do it myself, do it myself, do it myself
Anyway, anyway I choose
April's Tooth Of Gold
(David Bowie)
You ask me what I like about the people here and there found around me
I want to live and people are the nicest kind of folk to live with
See the doll with hair of blue, the one the boys are talking to
I can smell the spring in her mind
Friends of mine are red and green, I see you don't know what I mean
And I'm sad
Look at the man with the pretty balloons
He doesn't buy April's tooth of gold
Look at the man with the pretty balloons
He doesn't buy April's tooth of gold
What can we call the motor car, it's 1905 but it's groovy
We call the place the house of lights there are no bulbs cause things like that cost money
I like trips to seaside towns for tea cups in the rain
The pavement is a table for five
Would you like to hold my hand and wander through our beautiful land?
I'll give you flowers
Look at my friend with unusual eyes
We're hung up on April's tooth of gold
(repeat)
Strolling along on peculiar streets
The novel that's April’s tooth of gold
Are You Coming, Are You Coming?
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Supposedly originally intended for David's proposed 1973 stage version of Nineteen Eighty-Four which was aborted after Orwell's widow refused permission).
Art Decade
(David Bowie)
(Instrumental)
(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(down) Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense to fall
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(down) Falling
Falling
Falling in love
Falling in love (love)
Falling in love
Falling in love
Falling in love
Ashes To Ashes
(David Bowie)
Do you remember a guy that's been
It's such an earthy 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 the planet is glowing
CHORUS
Ashes to ashes, fun 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
CHORUS
REPEAT
My mother said to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom
Baal's Hymn
(Bertolt Brecht. Translation: Dominic Muldowney)
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
(Recorded for 1982 BBC TV production of Baal).
Baby
(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)
Baby
Don't you cry
Baby
I'll sing you a lullaby
We're walking down the
Street of chance
Where the chance is always
Slim or none
And the intentions unjust
Baby there's nothing to see
I've already been
Down the street of chance
Baby you're so clean
Baby please stay clean
Baby you're so young
Baby please stay young
Baby, don't you cry
Baby, we've already cried
Baby Can Dance
(David Bowie)
I'm rolling out of the ferris wheel
No one looks and no one feels
But the baby can the baby can
The way it feels just feeling you
Holding out and falling out
But the baby can the baby can
CHORUS
I'm the jumping man
I'm the jumping man
But baby can float
Baby can drown
Baby can touch her toes
Toss her hair
Makes you feel you're going nowhere
Baby can dance
Baby can dance
Baby can walk around the town
Attract a man and cut him down
I'm the shadow man the jumping jack
The man who can and don't look back
But the baby can the baby can
I'm rolling out of the ferris wheel
No one looks and no one feels
But the baby can the baby can
CHORUS
And the way it feels
I'm feeling you
Everyday is far away
Everyday, everyday
It's over now
It's over now
CHORUS
Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette)
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: Bowie/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell)
Test, testing, testing
This and, Grace is my name
And.. and I was... erm...
It was like phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking very f..., too, a bit too fast like a brain patch
And, er... they won't let me see anybody
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can still hear some pop... popular musics
And aftershocks
I feel a bit... (sneeze)
I've been watching a television of um... in the homelands
That's the new homelands, and, erm, and that's all I can remember
And now, they just want me to be quiet
And this I think, something is going to be horrid
Baby It Can't Fall
(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)
You have loved me with energy
Backed up with hard work and guts
We inhabit eternity
We fly forever in space
The way we run together
The way we breeze the miles
We put our heads together
And laughingly we smile
It can't fall
It can't fall
Baby, it can't fall
Death means nothing at all
It can't fall
It can't fall
Baby, it can't fall
Our love will outlive this earth
Words have so many meanings
Sometimes mean nothing at all
Sometimes I feel so simple
I don't know what's coming next
We have swum in the ocean
And that was really alright
I'm not a big man
It's hard to face the world
It can't fall
It can't fall
Baby, it can't fall
Death means nothing at all
It can't fall
It can't fall
Baby, it can't fall
Our love will outlive this earth
It can't fall
Baby Loves That Way
(David Bowie)
(Baby loves that way)
Yes, she does, yes, she does
(Baby loves that way)
Oh, I love my baby
(Baby loves that way)
Ooh, I gotta take her
(Baby loves that way)
Yep, I love her
Baby likes to go outside, so I let her
Wants to fool with other guys, so I let her
Wants to be bad, so I let her be bad
But fooling around, it will make me sad
She fools around with other boys and treat me like an unwanted toy
(Baby loves that way)
Oh, I love my baby
(Baby loves that way)
Ooh, she does too much to me
(Baby loves that way)
And I can't think too much of her
(Baby loves that way)
Gotta take her, gotta take her
Gonna better leave her alone, put you down son
Treating her real fine, thus I'm home being a loner
Jeanny's my babe and that's alright, yeah
She treats me good, each and every night
She fools around with other boys and treat me like an unwanted toy
(Baby loves that way)
I love my baby
(Baby loves that way)
Ooh, she's too much
(Baby loves that way)
Yes she does, yes she does
(Baby loves that way)
(Baby loves that way)
I love my baby
(Baby loves that way)
Yeah, she's too much, yeah yeah
(Baby loves that way)
Ooh, I think she can live with me
(Baby loves that way)
Love her, love her, love her
Baby likes to go outside, so I let her
Wants to fool with other guys, so I let her
Wants to be bad, so I let her be bad
But fooling around, it will make me sad
She clings around with all the boys, who treat her like unwanted toys
(Baby loves that way)
Obviously this is the end
(Baby loves that way)
Gotta take her
(Baby loves that way)
Ooh yeah
(Baby loves that way)
Can't do enough
(Baby loves that way)
Baby Universal
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby
(getting) Baby (care)
Baby (talking)
Baby
(well) Baby
(thinking) Baby walk)
Baby
(lost) Baby (found)
Baby (getting)
Baby (care)
Baby
(talking) Baby (well)
Baby
(thinking) Baby
(walk) Baby (lost)
Baby (found)
Baby
(getting) Baby
(care) Baby (talking)
Baby (well)
Baby
(thinking) Baby
(walk) Baby (lost)
Baby
(found)
Now that he has no sense of destination
Now he's running for the love of speed
When the child goes bad it's no cause for celebration
Like Jimmy Dean he don't talk back to me
Failures as fathers, Mothers to chaos
No baby, no baby, no baby no
CHORUS
Hallo humans can you feel me thinking
I assume you're seeing everything I'm thinking
Hallo humans nothing starts tomorrow
I'm the baby now
Baby (repeat to end of chorus)
(getting)
(care) (talking)
(well)
(thinking) (walk)
(lost)
(found)
Baby Universe
Baby Universe
Baby Universal
(Talking well) (Talking well)
A speck of dust just settled in my eye
It doesn't matter I've seen everything anyway
Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos
No baby, no baby, no baby no
CHORUS
Back To Where You've Never Been
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Recorded with Feathers, 24th October 1968 at Trident Studios).
Ballad Of The Adventurers
(Bertolt Brecht. Translation: Dominic Muldowney)
Sickened by sun, with rainstorms lashing him rotten
A looted wreath crowning his tangled hair
Every moment of his youth apart from its dream was forgotten
Gone the roof overhead, but the sky was always there
Oh you, who are flung out, alike from heaven and from Hades
You murderers who've been so bitterly repaid
Why did you part from the mothers who nursed you as babies
It was peaceful and you slept and there you stayed
Still he explores and rakes the Absinthe green oceans
Though his mother has given him up for lost
Grinning and cursing with a few odd tears of contrition
Always in search of that land where life seems best
Loafing through hells and flocked through paradises
Calm and grinning, with a vanishing face
At times he still dreams of a small field he recognises
With a blue sky overhead and nothing else
(Recorded for 1982 BBC TV production of Baal).
Bang Bang
(Iggy Pop/Ivan Kraal)
(Spoken) Wow this ain't the right thing to do... so let's go
Young girls I 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 video tape
He'll drive his sports car until it's too late
But we'll have a hot time on the town tonight
'Cos 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
Bars Of The County Jail
(David Bowie)
La la la la la la la la (etc)
Gather you all and listen here
I'll tell you a tale if you lend me an ear
I rode a horse through many a town
But the Devil rode me down to the ground
I was to marry a very rich girl
I loved her as only I can
But the Father was shot and his gold was stoled
And now I'm the Devil's man, na na na
And now I sing a tail of woe
Through the bars of the county jail, na la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la (etc)
I walked into the room one night
I found her mother and gun
Well, the man was dead and I kneeled and cried
The Sheriff ran in and said "I'm holding you, son"
La la la la la la la la (etc)
Through the day I sing and play
For time is on my side
But when the moon and stars come out
I lay me down and cry
For the Saviour, Ma I lied
Now I will not have a ride
Beside the window the scaffold was made
On the morrow I will hang
La la la la la la la la (etc)
(Demo track recorded in 1965 appears on Early On 1964-1966).
Battle For Britain (The Letter)
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Mark Plati)
My, my, the 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 got used to stressing pain
I used the sucker pills to pity for the self
Oh, it's the animal in me
But I'd rather be a beggarman 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 I'll walk you through the doors
Don't be so forlorn, it's just the payoff
It's the rain before the storm
Don't you let my letter get you down
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
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 di da
Don't be so forlorn, it's just the payoff
It's the rain before the storm
Don't you let my letter get you down
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
Don't you let my letter get you down, down, down, down
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
Don't you let my letter get you down, down, down, down
Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Be My Wife
(David Bowie)
VERSE
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
VERSE
CHORUS
Sometimes you get so lonely
(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).
Beat Of Your Drum
(David Bowie)
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 through 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
CHORUS
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
Beauty And The Beast
(David Bowie)
Oooooooo...
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
That's my kind of high rolling 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
(Recorded during the "Heroes" sessions at Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1978).
Because I'm Young
(David Bowie)
(Earlier version of Because You're Young)
Look in my eyes
Nobody home
I can be happy
Dead or alive
People I know, people I love
They could be happy if I were dead or alive
La la la la la la la la la la la laaaaa ahhh
I should be older
Oh oh
I should be older
CHORUS
Because I'm young - don't mean it's alright
Because I'm young - don't feel you're over
'Cos it makes me laugh
'Cos it takes, a million years
A million dreams, a million scars
Look in my eyes
Nobody home
I could be happy
Dead or alive
People I know, people I love
They could be happy if I were dead or alive
La la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaaa ahhh
I should be older
Ahh Oh
I should be older
CHORUS
Because I'm young - don't mean it's alright
Because I'm young - don't feel you're over
'Cos it makes me laugh
'Cos it takes, a million years
A million dreams, a million
A million, a million, a million scars
(Repeat ad inf.)
(From demo sessions recorded in 1980 for the Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) album. Original version of Because You're Young).
Because You're Young
(David Bowie)
Psychodelicate girl - come out to play
Little metal faced-boy - don't stay away
He's so war-torn and resigned she can't talk anymore
What are they trying to prove?
What would they like to find?
It's love back to front and no sides - like I say
These pieces are broken - like I say
These pieces are broken
Hope I'm wrong but I know
CHORUS
Because you're young - you'll meet a stranger some night
Because you're young - what could be nicer for you and it makes me sad
So I'll dance my life away
A million dreams, a million scars
He punishes hard - was loving her such a crime?
She took back everything she said
Left him nearly out of his mind
They're people I know - people I love
They seem so unhappy - dead or alive
It's love back to front and no sides - like I say
These pieces are broken - like I say
These pieces are broken
Hope I'm wrong but I know
CHORUS
Because you're young - you'll meet a stranger some night
Because you're young - what could be nicer for you and it'll make me sad
So I'll dance my life away
A million dreams, a million scars
A million
A million scars
A million
A million dreams
A million (repeat ad inf.)
Believe To Myself
(??)
(No lyrics)
(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).
Believe To My Soul
(Albert King)
(No lyrics)
(Cover version performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).
Betty Wrong
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
Till the sun blisters and sprays
And every lamb ceases to graze
When the kiss of the comb
Tears my face from the bone
CHORUS
I'll be your light
When the shadows fall down the walls
Then life will be done
And it just won't matter at all
I was caught from a hand
Nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams
Now your breath fills my step
Now there is you till life is gone
CHORUS
I'll roll your ball
Till the stars can't make me cry
Then life will be done
And it just won't matter at all
Not at all
When the kiss of the comb
Tears my face
Bewitched, Bothered And Bewildered
(Richard Rodgers)
(Instrumental)
Big Boss Man
(Luther Dixon/Al Smith)
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all.
You got me working boss man, a workin' around the clock,
I want a little drink of whiskey, you sure won't let me stop.
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all.
I'm gonna get me a boss man, one gonna treat me right,
I work hard in the daytime, sure get drunk at night.
You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all.
(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).
Big Brother
(David Bowie)
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 pulsars 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
CHORUS
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 everywhere
Lord, I'd take an overdose if you knew what's going down
CHORUS (3 times)
We want you Big Brother
(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).
Black Country Rock
(David Bowie)
Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know you might find it here on
Black Country Rock
Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know you might find it here
Black Country Rock
Some say the view is crazy
But you may adopt another point of view
So if it's much too hazy
You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu
Hey!
Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know you might find it here on
Black Country Rock
Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
Never know you might find it here on
Black Country Rock
Some say the view is crazy
But you may adopt another point of view
So if it's much too hazy
You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu
Some say the view is crazy
But you may adopt another point of view
So if it's much too hazy
You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu
Ahhh
Black Hole Kids
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Recorded during the Ziggy Stardust sessions 1972).
Black Tie White Noise
(David Bowie)
Getting my facts from a Benneton 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
Fascist 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!)
Blackout
(David Bowie)
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 * ? *
(Recorded during the "Heroes" sessions at Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1978).
Blah Blah Blah
(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)
Pop before the war
Lunch before the score
Steady as she goes
Following my nose
I'm a bull mongrel
That's me
Shimon Peres
What'cha gonna do?
I'm from Detroit
Blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
That's me - little ol' me
Glamorous me
Johnny can't read
Blah blah blah
I can't see
Blah blah blah
Tuna on white
Guns all night
Blah blah blah
(Cat taboo girl - raped by an ape)
Cat taboo girl
Jam the sucker in
You dig the mongrels
Guardian of the state
Says you gotta go
Bombin' low
Senator Rambo
Merrily you go
Monkey butcher knows
A cab to find a bank
A bank to find a loan
'Cos you can't be alone
You dig the mongrels
That's you - baby that's you
Quivering you
Violent peace
Blah blah blah
Buy it right now
Blah blah blah
We are the world
We are so huge
Blah blah blah
Johnny can't read
Blah blah blah
I can't see
Blah blah blah
Tuna on white
Guns all night
Blah blah blah
Blue jean coolies
Everything huge
Petrified food
Pizza killers
From Napalm to nice guy
Hit 'em where they live
Nifty fifty
The ranks of the glamorous
Change constantly
- The most spoiled brats on God's green earth -
Pop before the war
Bleed Like A Craze, Dad
(David Bowie)
Shine shine shine (x6)
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Easy come
Come, gather that
Gather valium of your dead man
Walks out the drunk from the jazz
Astral, Kestrel
Fed into the featherfall
Fed him on a pencil carving
You will never get
Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Seek for a leather journey
Never stopped to think about
Hollywood King Kong
Domino on the side
Street light, looking right
Looking to the parlous parlours
Party on the dead
Put a net through his headache
Shine shine shine (x3)
Blee-eed, bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Living on a movie
All the Shirley/Charlie films on film
Come together, party
Footnote on the footstone
Shine shine shine
Bleeds like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
CHORUS (x6)
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the Krays
Block
(??)
(No lyrics)
(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).
Blue Jean
(David Bowie)
Blue Jean - I just met 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's got a police bike
She's 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 that everybody has to wait in line
Blue Jean - look out world you know I've got mine
She got Latin roots
She got everything
Blues In The Night
(??)
(No lyrics)
(Performed live by The Hooker Brothers).
Bombers
(David Bowie)
(CHORUS)
All clear wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes
Seemed a good idea
To drop a bomb on the wasteland here
Only one man could be seen
And he was old and so serene
Captain sat in his deck chair
And the red light flashed beware
Pilot felt quite big-time
As the bomb sailed through the air
Well, they danced and sang
When the bang went bang
When the lights popped out
And the smoke began to clear
It was positively queer
(CHORUS)
"Die" said the General
"Cobblers" said the man
So the Pentagon sent a cable
And the Queen a telegram
A-bombs, H-bombs, even very small ones
Ripped apart that sand
'Til the stench was just revolting
And the sky a greenish tan
But the soldier said "Sir, there's a crack in the world"
And the figures went "squash"
And the bits flew far and wide
How the universe sighed!
(CHORUS twice)
When the smoke had blown away
There was nothing left to view
Except a man dear Lord who looked like you
Floating high up in the sky
Born Of The Night
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Demo recorded with The Lower Third at Central Sound Studios, London in May 1965).
Boys Keep Swinging
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Brian Eno)
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
(Recorded during the Lodger sessions at Mountain Studios, Montreux, Switzerland in 1979).
Break Out
(Knight/Bernstein)
(No lyrics)
(Cover version of the Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels hit performed live by David Bowie and The Buzz).
Breaking Glass
(David Bowie/Dennis James Davis/George W. Murray)
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
(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).
Brilliant Adventure
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
(Instrumental)
Bring Me The Disco King
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
Brussels
(Reeves Gabrels)
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental piece that evolved into Seven Years In Tibet).
Buddha Of Suburbia
(David Bowie)
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
Screaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain
CHORUS
So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishman going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way
With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I'll never get old
CHORUS
Day after
Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after
Bunny Thing
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
Bus Stop
(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
There's a cry that is heard in the city
From Vivian at Pentecost Lane
A shriekin' and dancing till 4 a.m.
Another night of muscles and pain
I love you despite your convictions
Though God never laughs at my jokes
CHORUS
I'm a young man at odds with the Bible
But I don't pretend faith never works
When we're down on our knees
Prayin' at the bus stop
Now Jesus he came in a vision
And offered you redemption from sin
I'm not sayin' that I don't believe you
But are you sure that it really was him?
I've been told that it could've been blue cheese
Or the meal that we ate down the road
Hallelujah
CHORUS
Buzz The Fuzz
(Biff Rose)
Once there was a fellow
And his name was Buzz
He was just a rookie cop
Just a baby fuzz.
He patrolled the Sunset Strip
In the land of the free
And the home of the hip
He protected you and me from evil women like
Poor Alice D
Alice was the girl
That all good hippies dread
And they called her sweet Alice D'head
Alice it was plain to see was
Full of pot and STP
She'd attract a great big crowd
Because her inner peace was much too loud
Good Buzz did the thing
That all the good fuzz must
Stuck his gun in Alice's back
And said "This is a bust"
Shone the flashlight in her eyes
She began to hypnotise
Buzz said "What a wild sensation"
Guess this must be hallu hallucina cina cina cination hmmm
Love is so sensational
When you fall in love with eyes dilational la la
Now they're taking pills and shots
And Buzz is not afraid of Watts
Buzz and Alice D have shown
The way of where the Fuzz might be some day
Buzz is still a cop of course
He's the pusher on the force
He's protecting you and me
From evil women
Like poor Alice D
C'est La Vie
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
Cactus
(Black Francis)
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
Just 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 di yi yi yi yine
D -A -V -I -D
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
So bloody your hands on the 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
Cameras In Brooklyn
(David Bowie)
(Original title for Up The Hill Backwards)
Can You Hear Me
(David Bowie)
Once we were lovers, can they understand?
Closer than others I was your, I was your man
Don't talk of heartaches, ooh, I remember them all
And I'm taking you out one day, to see if I'm
Faking it all
CHORUS
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)
There's been many others (Oo-oo-oo-oohh) so many times
Sixty new cities, an' what do I, 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?
CHORUS
Well, can you hear me? (yeah)
Can you feel me inside (I do)
Show your love, show your sweet, sweet love
Show me your love
Take it in right (take it in right)
Take it in right, yeah (take it in right)
Take it in right to your love life, baby
Take it in right To your love life
Take it in right, take it in right, right to your love life
Take it in right, ah
Take it in, take it in right
Right down, right down
(Why don't you take it?)
Mmmm, why don't you take it?
(Right to your heart)
Can you hear me?
(Why don't you take it?)
Can you feel me?
(Why don't you take it?)
Can you? Take it in right
(Why don't you take it?)
Wuhh, right down, right down
(Right to your heart)
Can you take it? Feel me?
(Why don't you take it?)
Down, to right down
(Why don't you take it?)
To your heart
(Why don't you take it?)
To your heart
(Right to your heart)
Take it down, take it down
(Why don't you take it? Why don't you take it?)
Take it in right
(Right to your heart)
(Also duet performed on The Cher Show in 1975, along with Young Americans Medley).
Can I Get A Witness
(Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Eddie Holland)
(No lyrics)
(Cover version of the Marvin Gaye hit performed live by Davie Jones and The King Bees).
Can't Help Thinking About Me
(David Bowie)
Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My head's bowed in shame
It seems that I've blackened the family name
Mother says that she can't stand the neighbours' talking
I've gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah
I'm guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime
I can't help thinking about me
Remember when we used to go to church on Sunday's
I lay awake at night, terrified of school on Monday's
Oh, but it's too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again
I can't help thinking about me
As I pass a recreation ground
I remember my friends, always been found and I can't
I can't help thinking about me
Now I leave them all in the Never-Never Land
The station seems so cold, the ticket's in my hand
My girl calls my name "Hi Dave
Drop in, see around, come back
If you're this way again"
Oh, I'm on my own
I've got a long way to go
I hope I make it on my own
I can't help thinking about me
Can't Nobody Love
(??)
(No lyrics)
(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).
Candidate
(David Bowie)
I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home 'cos 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 girlie, 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 of a church with the door ajar
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 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
(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).
Candidate (demo version)
(David Bowie)
Inside every teenage girl there's a fountain
Inside every young pair of pants there's a mountain
Inside every mother's eyes is Tommy Tinkrem's bed
Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead
I make it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve myself
I make it a thing, when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself
I make it a thing, to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself
Yeah, and pretend I'm walking home
I took it so bad, I sat in the correction room
Took me a fag, and a kick in the moon
Well I, ain't gonna suck no radar wing
'Cos inside this tin is tin
Would you like techno-plate 'cos I'm your candidate, oh yeah
It's a matter of life
And the way you walk, you've got a Brylcream queen
It's a matter of tact
In the things you talk, that keeps his passport clean
A matter of fact
That a cock ain't a cock on a twelve inch screen
So I'll pretend I'm walking home
You don't have to scream a lot to keep an ageing tune
You don't have to scream a lot to predict monsoons
You don't have to paint my contact black
Now I've hustled a pair of jeans
Do I have to give your money back when I'm the Fuhrerling?
I'll make you a deal
I'll say I came from Earth and my tongue is taped
I'll make you a deal
You can get your kicks on the candidate
I'll make you a deal
For your future's sake, I'm the candidate
Let's pretend we're walking home
Uh-huh, uhhh
I'm the candidate
Make way for the candidate
Vote now for the candidate
(Demo version recorded in 1973).
Cat People (Putting Out Fire)
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Giorgio Moroder)
See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the Moon
Well it's 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
Well you wouldn't believe what I've been through
You've been so long
Well it's been so long
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
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 through
Well you've been so long
Well it's been so long
And I've been putting out fire with gasoline
Putting out the fire with gasoline
Putting out fire
Well I've been putting out fire
Well, it's been so long, so long (so long)
Yes, it's been so long (so long, so long)
I've been putting out fire
(Been so long, so long)
I've been putting out fire
(Been so long, so long)
Putting out fire
(Been so long, so long)
I've been putting out fire
(Been so long, so long)
I've been putting out fire
(Been so long, so long)
Putting out fire
(Been so long, so long)
Been so long
(Been so long, so long)
Been so long
(Been so long, so long)
Putting out fire
(Been so long, so long)
I've been putting out fire
Changes
(David Bowie)
Low down
Ooo
Still don't know what I was waiting 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 strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't wanna be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
Ooo yeah
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
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 strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
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 strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time
Chant Of The Ever-Circling Skeletal Family
(David Bowie)
CHANT (6 times)
Brother
Ooh-ooh
Shake it up, shake it up
Move it up, move it up
Bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro bro (repeat ad inf.)
(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).
Chilly Down
(David Bowie)
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the bats are back to bed (and the bats 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 (I shake my pretty little head)
Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet)
Feeling brighter than sunlight (oh)
Louder than thunder (oh)
Bouncing like a yo-yo, wooh (oh)
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 jewelry or gold mines to hang me up.
I just throw in my hand (throw in my hand)
With the chilliest bunch in the land (in the land)
They don't look much (oh)
They sure chilly chilly (oh)
They positively glow glow, huh (oh)
Chilly down with the fire gang
Think small with the fire gang (It's the only way)
Bad hep with the fire gang (a smile a day keeps the doctor away)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down
Chilly down with the fire gang (Hey, I'm a wild child)
Act tall with the fire gang (whoo, walk tall)
Good times, bad food (yeah)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down, chilly down
Drive you crazy, really lazy, eye rollin', funky strollin', ball playin'
Hip swayin', trouble makin', booty shakin', tripping, passing, jumping
Bouncing, drivin', stylin', creeping, pouncing, shoutin', screamin'
Double dealin', rockin', rollin', and a reelin'
With the mackin' sex appealin'.
Can you dig our 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 heh heh
We can show you a good time (show you a good time)
And we don't charge nothin' (nothin' at all)
Just strut your nasty stuff
Wiggle in the middle yeh
Get the town talkin', fire gang
Chilly down with the fire gang (think small)
Think small with the fire gang
Bad hep with the fire gang (hey, listen up)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down
Chilly down with the fire gang (hey, shake your pretty little head)
Think small with the fire gang (tap your pretty little feet)
Good times, bad food (come on, come on)
When your thing gets wild
Chilly down
Chilly down with the fire gang (wooh)
Think small with the fire gang
Bad hep with the fire gang
China Girl
(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)
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
Ching-A-Ling
(David Bowie)
While walking on Red Rooster's lawn
A char-faced man I'd spy
He blew into his handkerchief
And stuttered as he sighed
I wish I'd play the doo-dah horn
The doo-dah horn is fine
I'd sell my house and ferny coach
To make this daydream mine
Doo-dah doo, doo-dah (etc)
Whilst flying through an azure cloud
A crystal girl I'd spy
She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue
And stuttered as she sighed
I wish to sing the Ching-A-Ling song
Ching-A-Ling song is fine
I'd give my jewels and caviar
To make this daydream mine
(Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling) (etc)
While stepping through a heaven's eye
Two lover souls we spied
They wished the cloud boys sang to me
A cheerful happy cry
We love to play our love-strong hearts
No better do we know
No gifts of money do we give
For love is all we own)
Na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
(Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling) (etc)
Columbine
(David Bowie)
Columbine, my prayer design
I see you see me standing on my own
Is it you that I'm walking through?
Should I retrace my point of view?
I'm left in clouded dreams of finding who?
Not Columbine!
Just in case you're my disguise
I found yourself to my surprise
I'm on the ground
And it's Harlequin who picks me up
And catches you
Who banishes me
For finding who you are
(Written and recorded for 'The Looking Glass Murders' production for Scottish TV. Recorded at The Gateway Theatre, Edinburgh, Scotland on 1st February 1970).
Come And Buy My Toys
(David Bowie)
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red
Rich mens' 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 scythe, 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
Come See About Me
(Holland/Dozier/Holland)
I've been cryin' (boo-hoo)
'Cause I'm lonely (for you)
Smiles have all turned (to tears)
But tears won't wash away the fear
That you're never ever gonna return (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
To ease the fire that within me burns (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
It keeps me cryin', baby, for you
Keep me sighin', baby, for you
So won't you hurry
Come on, boy, see about me (come see about me)
See about your baby (come see about me)
I've given up my friends just (for you)
My friends have gone and you have too
No more peace will I find (mmm, mmm)
Until you come back and be mine (mmm, mmm)
No matter what you do or say (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm gonna love you anyway (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Keep on cryin', baby, for you
I'm gonna keep me sighin', baby, for you
So come on hurry
Come on and see about me (come see about me)
See about your baby (come see about me)
Sometimes up (up, mmm, mmm)
Sometimes down (down, mmm, mmm)
My life is uncertain (mmm, mmm)
With you not around (mmm, mmm)
From my arms you may be out of reach (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
But my heart says you're here to keep (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Keeps me cryin', baby, for you
Keep on, keep on cryin', baby, for you
So won't you hurry
Come on, boy, see about me (come see about me)
See about your baby (come see about me)
You know I'm so lonely (come see about me)
I love you only (come see about me)
See about your baby (come see about me)
Hurry, hurry (come see about me)
(Performed live by David Bowie and The Buzz).
Comme D'Habitude
(Claude François/Lucien Thibaut/Jacques Revaud)
(See Even A Fool Learns To Love)
Conversation Piece
(David Bowie)
I took this walk to ease my mind
To find out what's gnawing at me
Wouldn't think to look at me
That I've spent a lot of time in education
It all seems so long ago
I'm a thinker, not a talker
I've no-one to talk to, anyway
I can't see the road
For the rain in my eyes
I live above the grocer's store
Owned by an Austrian
He often calls me down to eat
And he jokes about his broken English
Tries to be a friend to me
But for all my years of reading conversation
I stand without a word to say
I can't see the bridge
For the rain in my eyes
Ahhh-huh, h...uh, huh
And the world is full of life
Full of folk who don't know me
And they walk in two's or three's or more
While the light that shines above the grocer's store
Investigates my face so rudely
And my essays lying scattered on the floor
Fulfill their need just by being there
And my hands shake, my head hurts
My voice sticks inside my throat
I'm invisible and dumb
No-one will recall me
And I can't see the water
Through the tears in my ey-y-yes
Cool Cat
(Freddie Mercury/John Deacon)
(No lyrics)
(Recorded with Queen).
Cosmic Dancer
(Marc Bolan) (Morrissey's version)
I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was... oh
I was dancing when I was... oh
I danced myself out of the womb
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
Is it strange to dance so soon?
Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man?
What's it like to be a loon?
I liken it to a balloon
Oh... Oh...
I danced myself into the tomb
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
Is it strange to dance so soon?
Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man?
What's it like to be a loon?
I liken it to a balloon
Oh... Oh... Whoo... Whoo... Whoo...
(Performed live duet with Morrissey at the Inglewood Forum, Los Angeles, USA on 26th May 1991 on the Morrissey World Tour).
Crack City
(David Bowie)
Oh come all you children
Don't grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell
It belongs to the candyman
Don't whore your little body
The worms of paradise
Like Everest it's fatal
Its peaks are cold as ice
They're riding on the subway
They're riding on the street
They'll ride you down to the gutter
They'll ride you off your feet
CHORUS
Gonna hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
Yeah an' piss on the icon monster
Whose guitars bequeath you pain
They'll face you down to their level
With their addictions and their fast lanes
Corrupt with shaky visions
And crack and coke and alcohol
They're just a bunch of assholes
With buttholes for their brains
You can't keep on riding
The pain you know so well
They'll ride you down to the gutter
Then they'll ride you down to hell
CHORUS
And you the master dealer
May death be on your brow
May razors slash your mainline
I'm calling you out right now
May all your vilest nightmares
Consume your shrunken head
May the ho-ho-hounds of paranoia
Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you fuckhead
This nation's turning blue
Its stink it fouls the highways
Its filth it sticks like glue
CHORUS
They'll bury you in velvet
And place you underground
The hatred of yourself
And the sufferings that conspire
To take your little body and throw it to the fools
Only your mind can take you out of this
Only your mind or death
I'm riding on the subway
The subway down to hell
I've finished with this journey
Though I seem to know it well
CHORUS (x3)
Cracked Actor
(David Bowie)
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 'cos you just got paid
CHORUS
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
(Oh stay, please stay, please stay)
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 'cos I just want your sex
CHORUS
(Oh yea, oh stay, oh yeah, oo yeah, oo yeah, don't you dare, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Ooo)
(Ooo, oh yeah)
Criminal World
(Peter Godwin/Duncan Browne/Sean Lyons)
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
(Oh, oh, oh)
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 (boys, boys, 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
(Oh, oh, oh)
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 (boys, boys, boys)
Baby-faced (boys, boys, boys)
Baby-faced
What a criminal world
What a criminal
A criminal
What a criminal world
What a criminal
Crystal Japan
(David Bowie)
(Instrumental)
Cyclops
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Supposedly originally intended for David's proposed 1973 stage version of Nineteen Eighty-Four which was aborted after Orwell's widow refused permission).
Cygnet Committee
(David Bowie)
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 yeah
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 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
(See Lover To The Dawn demo).
Dance Dance Dance
(Tommy Duncan)
(No lyrics)
(Performed live by David Bowie and The Buzz).
Dancing In The Street
(Ivy Jo Hunter/William Stevenson/Marvin Gaye)
OK, Tokyo
South America, Australia, France, Germany, UK, Africa
Calling out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancing in the streets
They're dancing in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
In New York City
All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing
Dancing in the street, oh
It doesn't matter what you wear, just as long as you are there
So come on, every guy, grab a girl, everywhere, around the world
They'll be dancing, dancing in the street
It's an invitation across the nation, a chance for folks to meet
They'll be laughing and singing, music swinging
Dancing in the street
Philadelphia, PA
Baltimore in DC now
Don't forget the Motor City
On the streets of Brazil
Back in the USSR
No matter where you are
All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing
Dancing in the street, oh
It doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on every guy, grab a girl, everywhere, around the world
They'll be dancing, dancing in the streets
Way down in LA, everyday
Dancing in the streets
'Cross in China too
Me and you
Dancing in the street
Don't you know
They'll be dancing
Dancing in the street (repeat)
Dancing With The Big Boys
(David Bowie)
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 synch
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 could be embarrassing
(Big boys)
(Dancing with the big boys)
(Big boys)
(Big boys)
Day In Day Out
(David Bowie)
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
CHORUS
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 one 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
Dead Against It
(David Bowie)
And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good God oh my" I cry and die and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to God
I couldn't cope
Or'd hope eloped
A dope she roped
This salty lie
CHORUS
And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her
Telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it
And deep my wound
Within for every second chance it was thy-tore
From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn
She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who
No matter when
No matter where
No better than the faulty line
CHORUS
Dead Man Walking
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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...
Debaser
(Francis Black)
Got me a movie
I want you to know
Slicing up eyeballs
I want you to know
Girlie so groovy
I want you to know
Don't know about you
But I am Un Chien Andalusia
Wanna grow
Up to be
Be a debaser, debaser
Got me a movie
Ha ha ha ho
Slicing up eyeballs
Ha ha ha ho
Girlie so groovie
Ha ha ha ho
Don't know about you
But I am Un Chien Andalusia
Debaser
(Performed live with Tin Machine during the 1991-92 'It's My Life' World Tour).
Dia Tras Dia
(David Bowie. Translation: Carlos Alomar)
(Spanish version of Day In Day Out)
(No lyrics)
Diamond Dogs
(David Bowie)
(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 paralysed, 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)
(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).
Did You Ever Have A Dream?
(David Bowie)
Did you ever have a dream or two?
Where the hero is a guy named you
And the things he does are just too much
Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch?
And did you ever have a dream or two?
Have you ever woken up one day
With the feeling that you'd been away?
If the girl that you dreamed of last night
Had the same dream, in the very same scene
With the very same boy, hold tight
It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can travel anywhere with anyone you care
It's a very special knowledge that you've got, my friend
You can walk around in New York while you sleep in Penge
I will travel round the world one night
On the magic wings of astral flight
If you've got the secret, tell me do
Have you ever had a dream or two?
Have you ever had a dream or two?
Dirty Boulevard
(Lou Reed)
(No lyrics)
Dirty Song
(Bertolt Brecht)
If a woman's hips are ample
Then I want her in the hay
Skirt and stockings all a-rumple
(Cheerfully) - for that's my way
If the woman bites in pleasure
Then I wipe it clean with hay
My mouth and her lap together
(Thoroughly) - for that's my way
If the woman goes on loving
When I feel too tired to play
I smile and go off waving
(Amiably) - for that's my way
(Recorded for 1982 BBC TV production of Baal).
DJ
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Brian Eno/Carlos Alomar)
I'm home, lost my job, and incurably ill
You think this is easy, realism
I've got a girl out there, I suppose
I think she's dancing
Feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she's dancing, what do I know?
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, no, oh, ooh
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, no, oh no
I am a DJ, I am what I play
I got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me, oh
One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces
Fast food, living nostalgia
Humble pie or bitter fruit
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around no, ooh
I am a DJ, I am what I say
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, ooh
I am a DJ, I am what I play
I've got believers (kiss-kiss)
Believing me
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can turn around no, can't turn around
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can turn around no, can't turn around
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can turn around no (kiss-kiss)
Time flies when you're having fun
Break his heart, break her heart
He used to be my boss and now he is a puppet dancer
I am a DJ, and I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers in me
I've got believers
I am a DJ, I am what I play
I am a DJ
(Recorded during the Lodger sessions at Mountain Studios, Montreux, Switzerland in 1979).
Do Anything You Say
(David Bowie)
Two by two, they go walking by
Hand in hand, they watch me cry
(Two by two, hand in hand)
Lonely nights, I dream you're there
Morning sun and you're gone
(Lonely nights, morning sun)
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
Do anything you say, do anything
One desire I ask of you
Please be mine, please be mine
(One desire, please be mine)
Thousand years and I'll return
You'll be mine, you'll be mine
(Thousand years, you'll be mine)
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
Do anything you say, do anything
Two by two they're walking by
Hand in hand, they watch me cry
(Two by two, hand in hand)
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
Do anything you say, do anything
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
(Maybe) I'll do anything you say
Do anything you say, do anything you say
Dodo
(David Bowie)
Now we can talk in confidence
Did you guess that we've been done wrong?
Lies jump in queue to be first in line
Such a shameless design
Thinks he's well screened from the man at the top
It's a shame that his children disagree
They coolly 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 her childhood of yore
When a unit was a figure, not a she
When lovers chose each other, now the perks are due
Another memo to screw
She's a dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me
But she's a dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me
Can you wipe your nose my child
Without them slotting 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
Ah, another do do, no, didn't hear it
do-do, do-do
do
Do The Ruby
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Demo recording to be used as a possible track for Bette Midler in 1974).
Don't Be Afraid (alias Oh Darling)
(David Bowie)
Don't be afraid to reveal what you know
Don't be afraid to conceal what you show
Oh darling
Don't be afraid
Oh darling
I said, don't be afraid to say what you need
Don't be afraid
What you feel about me
Oh-oh-oh darling
Count me lucky like nobody else
Don't be afraid of me feeling yourself
Oh darling
Lucky forever
Oh darling
I said, don't be afraid to say what you need
Don't be afraid
What you feel about me
Oh-oh-oh darling
Don't be afraid to reveal what you know
Don't be afraid to conceal what you show
Oh darling
Don't be afraid
Oh darling
I said, don't be afraid to say what you need
Don't be afraid
What you feel about me
Oh-oh-oh darling
Oh darling
Oh-oh-oh darling
Oh darling
Oh-oh-oh darling
Oh darling
Oh-oh-oh darling
(Hunky Dory outtake that was exclusively broadcast, along with 'Bombers' on an early 1972 USA radio interview).
Don't Bring Me Down
(Johnnie Dee)
I'm on my own, nowhere to roam
I tell you baby, don't want no home
I wander round, feet off the ground
I even go from town to town
I said I think this rock is grand
Say I'll be your man
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
I met this chick, the other day
And then to me, she said she'll stay
I get this pad, just like a cave
And then we'll have, our living made
And then I'll lead her on the ground
My head is spinning round
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
I, I, I, I, I need a lover 'cos someone new
And then to her I will be true
I'll buy her furs and pretty things
I'll even buy a wedding ring
But until then I'll settle down
Say I'll be your man
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
Until then I'll settle down
Say I'll be your man
Don't bring me down, don't bring me down
Don't bring me down
Don't Let Me Down And Down
(Tahra/Valmont)
Still I keep my love for you
No place to hide no way to fall
Nowhere to lie no world so wide
I'm sick and tired of telling you
Don't let me down and down and down
Don't let me down and down and down
I know there's something in the wind
That crazy balance of my mind
What kind of fool are you and I?
Scared to death and tell me why
I'm sick and tired of telling you
Don't let me down and down and down
Don't let me down and down and down
Still I keep my love for you
You made a date with destiny
You jog-jog in my memory
You haunt in mind not fade away
I'm sick and tired of telling you
Don't let me down and down and down
Don't let me down and down and down
I'm sick and tired of telling you
Still I keep my love for you
No place to hide, no way to fall
Nowhere to lie no world so wide
I'm sick and tired of telling you
Don't let me down and down and down
Don't let me down and down and down
Don't Look Down
(Iggy Pop/James Williamson)
Don't look down
They're making sorta crazy sounds
Don't look down, no
Don't know who else came to kneel
On this empty battlefield
But when I hear that crazy sound, I don't look down
From Central Park to Shanty Town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to Shanty Town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
I went this morning to the cemetery
To see old Rudy Valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name
He never looked down
'Cos they were making crazy sounds
From Central Park to Shanty Town
He always heard that crazy sound
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
When I see you standing there
I can't see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And I can't look down
From Central Park to Shanty Town
I've always heard that crazy sound
From New York to Shanty Town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
Don't look down
Don't look, don't look down
No I won't be bored I won't be there
Look at life it's no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I don't look down
From Central Park to Shanty Town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to Shanty Town
There's always something else
Don't look down
Don't look down, no
Well, don't look, don't look down
(Don't Sit Down)
(David Bowie)
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
Yeah
Don't sit down
Don't sit down
Don't sit down
Drink To Me
(David Bowie/Iggy Pop)
(No lyrics)
(Recorded with Iggy Pop at Oz Studios, Hollywood, USA in May 1975).
Don't Try To Stop Me
(??)
(No lyrics)
(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).
Drive In Saturday
(David Bowie)
Let me put my arms around your head
Gee it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When the people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation, with this fall out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
Which stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
Bureau supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
The once tha' raged the sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday yeah
(repeat chorus)
Drive in Saturday, it's a Drive-In Saturday
It's a Drive-in Saturday (repeat)
It's a (x3), yes sir (x6), do do etc, yes sir, you love me, you etc
Duke Of Earl
(Gene Chandler)
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl
As I walk through this world
Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl
And-a you, you are my girl
And no one can hurt you, oh no
Yes-a, I, oh I'm gonna love you, oh oh
Come on let me hold you darlin'
'Cos I'm the Duke of Earl
So hey yea yea yeah
And when I hold you
You'll be my Duchess, Duchess of Earl
We'll walk through my dukedom
And a paradise we will share
Yes-a, I, oh I'm gonna love you, oh oh
Nothing can stop me now
'Cos I'm the Duke of Earl
So hey yeah yeah yeah
Well, I, oh I'm gonna love you, oh oh
Nothing can stop me now
'Cos I'm the Duke of Earl
So hey yeah yeah yeah
(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).
Dum Dum Boys
(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)
(Spoken:)
What happened to Zeke?
He's dead out of ??
How about Dave?
OD'd on alcohol
What's Rock doing?
Oh he's living with his mother
What about James?
He's going straight
Things have been tough
Without the dum dum boys
I can't seem to speak
The language
I remember how they
Used to stare at the ground
They looked as if they
Put the whole world
Looked as if they put
the whole world down
The first time I saw
the dum dum boys
I was fascinated
They just stood in front
Of the old drug store
I was most impressed
No one else was impressed
Not at all
And we'd sing
da-da-da-da-da-da
dum dum day
Where are you now my
dum dum boys are you
Alive or dead
Have you left me the last
Of the dum dum daze
Then the sun goes down
And the boys broke down
People said we were negative
They said we'd take but
we would never give
But we'd sing da-da-da
Da-da-da dum dum day
Da-da-da-da-da dum
And hope it would pay
Da-da-da-da it's been
A dumdumdum day
A dum dum day
Now I'm looking for
The dum dum boys
Where are you now
When I need your noise
Now I'm looking for
The dum dum boys
The walls close in and
I need some noise
Early Morning
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Recorded during the Ernie Johnson sessions, February 1968).
Eight Line Poem
(David Bowie)
Tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
Mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
While the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
Ohh-woh-o
Eight Line Poem (Alternative version)
(David Bowie)
Tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
Mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between the paws
They've opened shops down on West side
While the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
Woh-woh
(Alternative version that appeared on the David Bowie/Dana Gillespie Sampler white label promo RCA BOWPROMO 1A-1/1B-1 in 1971 UK).
Ernie Boy
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Recorded during the Ernie Johnson sessions, February 1968).
Even A Fool Learns To Love
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: Claude François/Gilles Thibault/Jacques Revaux)
(David's lyrics for Comme D'Habitude aka My Way)
There was a time, the laughing time
I took my heart to every party
They'd point my way
"How are you today?"
"Will you make us laugh? Chase our blues away?"
Their funny man won't let them down
No, he'd dance and prance and be their clown
That time, that laughing time
When even a fool learns to love
The clown turned around
And saw her smile, oh how she loved me
She'd clap her hands and beg me stay
To make her laugh, to make her life gay
Who wants the love of all the world
When here was love in the eyes of just one girl
That day, that precious day
When even a fool learns to love
But oh, how I dreamed, a marvellous dream
Where all of the heavens or so it had seemed
With thunderous applause looked down from above
On a clown and an angel so much in love
I'll stay with my dream, it takes such a dream
And even a fool learns to love
That day, that hateful day
The joke turned stale, the game was over
Those spiteful words "Oh, go away. Who wants to play?"
"It's getting late now."
My world, my funny world
Had lost its mask and shown a broken heart
A time, a sour time
When even a fool learns to cry
But oh, how I dreamed, a marvellous dream
Where all of the heavens or so it had seemed
With thunderous applause looked down from above
On a clown and an angel so much in love
I'll stay with my dream, it takes such a dream
And even a fool learns to love
Evening
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
(Recorded during the Ernie Johnson sessions, February 1968).
Everyone Says Hi
(David Bowie)
Said you'd took a big trip
They said you moved away
Happened oh so quietly, they say
Should've took a picture
Something I could keep
Buy a little frame, something cheap
For you
Everyone says hi
Said you sailed a big ship
Said you sailed away
Didn't know the right thing to say
I'd love to get a letter
Like to know what's what
Hope the weather's good and it's not too hot
For you
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Everyone says
Don't stay in a sad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi
If the money is lousy
You can always come home
We can do the old things
(Doo wap wap wha oo)
We can do all the bad things
(Doo wap wap)
If the food gets too eerie
You can always phone home
We could do all the good things
(Doo wap wap wha oo)
We could do it, we could do, we could do it
(Doo wap wap oooo)
Don't stay in a bad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
(Everyone says hi)
And the girl next door
(Everyone says hi)
And the guy upstairs
(Everyone says hi)
Everyone says hi
(Everyone says hi)
And your mum and dad
(Everyone says hi)
Everyone says hi
(Everyone says hi)
And your big bad dog
(Everyone says hi)
Everyone says hi
(Everyone says hi)
Everyone says
Everything's Alright
(Crouch/Konrad/Stavely/James/Karlson)
Oh, little baby
You know I've been away
Oh, little baby
You know I'll come today
Don't you know that
Everything's alright (everything's alright)
Everything's alright
Everything's alright (everything's alright, babe)
Let me hold your hand and be your loving man (all night)
Let me hold your hand and be your loving man (all night)
Let me hold your hand and be your loving man (all night, alright!)
Oh, little baby
You know I feel so good
Oh, little baby
I never knew I could
And don't you know that
Everything's alright (everything's alright, babe)
Everything's alright
Everything's alright (everything's alright, babe)
Let me give you loving like nobody can (all night)
Let me give you loving like nobody can (all night)
Let me give you loving like nobody can (all night, alright!)
Let me hold your hand and be your loving man
Let me hold your hand and be your loving man
Let me hold your hand and be your loving man
No, no, no, no, no, that's a-loving you
No, no, no, no, no
I'll be good for you
Everything's alright (everything's alright, babe)
Everything's alright
Everything's alright (everything's alright, babe)
Let me give you loving like nobody can (all night)
Let me give you loving like nobody can (all night)
Let me give you loving like nobody can (all night, alright!)
Everything's alright
Everything's alright
Oooh
Fall In Love With Me
(Lyrics: Iggy Pop. Music: David Bowie/Hunt Sales/Tony Sales)
You look so good to me
Here in this old saloon
Way back in West Berlin
A bottle of white wine
White wine and you
A table made of wood
And how I wish you would
Fall in love with me
Standing out in the street
With your cheap fur on
Or maybe your plastic raincoat
And your plastic shoes
They look good too
Standing in the snow
You're younger than you look
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
How I wish you would
A table made of wood
And a bottle of white wine
And you - and a bottle of
White wine and you
And when you're standing
In the street and it's cold
And it snows on you
And you look younger
Than you really are
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
Fall in love with me
Yeah
The way your eyes are black
The way your hair is black
The way your heart is young
There is just a few like you
Just the kind I need
To fall in love with me
Oh and you look so good
Yes you look so good
A bottle of white wine
A cigarette and you
Here in this saloon
White wine and you
I wish you'd fall in love with me
I wish you'd fall in love with me
Cause there's
Just a few like you
So young and real
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with me
I wish you would
You look so good
When you're young at heart
Won't you
Come to this old saloon
Come to my waiting arms
A table made of wood
And I will look at you
'Cos you're so young and pure
And you're young at heart
A bottle of white wine
And when you're tumbling down
You just look better
When you're tumbling down
You just look finer
Fame
(David Bowie/John Lennon/Carlos Alomar)
Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow
Fame
Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame
Fame, "Nien! It's mine!" is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to, crime
Fame
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Really, really?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain
Fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
Fame
What's your name?
(whispered)
Sing Fame
Fame '90 (remix)
(David Bowie/John Lennon/Carlos Alomar)
Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow
Fame
Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame
Fame-f-fame
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame
Fame, "Nien! It's mine!" is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to crime
Fame
(What's your name?)
Fame
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it babe?
Really, really?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame
Fame-f-fame
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain
Fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
Fame
What's your name?
(whispered)
Sing Fame
Fantastic Voyage
(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Brian Eno)
In the event that this fantastic voyage
Should turn to erosion and we never get old
Remember it's true, dignity is valuable
But our lives are valuable too
We're learning to live with somebody's depression
And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
We'll get by, I suppose
It's a very modern world, but nobody's perfect
It's a moving world, but that's no reason
To shoot some of those missiles
Think of us as fatherless scum
It won't be forgotten
'Cos we'll never say anything nice again, will we?
And the wrong words make you listen
In this criminal world
Remember it's true, loyalty is valuable
But our lives are valuable too
We're learning to live with somebody's depression
And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
We'll get by I suppose
But any sudden movement I've got to write it down
They wipe out an entire race and I've got to write it down
But I'm still getting educated but I've got to write it down
And it won't be forgotten
'Cos I'll never say anything nice again, how can I?
(Recorded during the Lodger sessions at Mountain Studios, Montreux, Switzerland in 1979).
Fascination
(David Bowie/Luther Vandross)
Got to use her
Every time I feel fascination
I just can't stand still, I've got to use her
Every time I think of what you pulled me through, dear
Fascination moves sweeping near me
Still I take ya
CHORUS
(Fascination) fascination
(sure 'nuff) fascination
(takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(Can a heart-beat) can a heart-beat
(live in a fever) live in a fever?
(raging inside of me?)
(Fascination) fascination
(oh, yeah) oh yeah
(takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(I can't help it) I can't help it
(I've got to use her) got to use her
(every time, ooh)
Fascination comes around
(Ooh-oo-ooh)
(Fascination) Your soul is calling
Like when I'm walking
Seems that everywhere I turn
I hope you're waiting for me
I know that people think
That I'm a little crazy
Ohh, better sex is fun
I think I like fascination
Still, tick
CHORUS (twice)
ad-lib
Fashion
(David Bowie)
There's a brand new dance but I don't know its name
That people from bad homes do again and again
It's big and it's bland full of tension and fear
They do it over there but they don't do it here
Fashion! Turn to the left
Fashion! Turn to the right
Oooh, fashion!
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - don't listen to me
Talk to me - don't talk to me
Dance with me - don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
There's a brand new talk, but it's not very clear
Oh bop
That people from good homes are talking this year
Oh bop, fashion
It's loud and tasteless and I've heard it before
Oh bop
You shout it while you're dancing on the dance floor
Oh bop, fashion
Fashion! Turn to the left
Fashion! Right
Fashion!
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - don't listen to me
Talk to me - don't talk to me
Dance with me - don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
REPEAT
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Fill Your Heart
(Biff Rose/Paul Williams)
Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time
Things that happened in the past
Only happened in your mind
Only in your mind - ohh forget your mind
And you'll be free - yeah
The writing's on the wall
Free - yeah, and you can know it all
If you choose - just remember
Lovers never lose
'Cos they are free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love cleans the mind
And makes it free - free
Oh happiness is happening
The dragons have been bled
Gentleness is everywhere
Fear's just in your head
Only in your head
Fear is in your head
Only in your head
So forget your head
And you'll be free
The writing's on the wall
Free - yeah, and you can know it all
If you choose, just remember
Lovers never lose
'Cos they are free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love will clean your mind
And make you free!!!
Free - yea' - yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (repeat) Free - yea'
Five Years
(David Bowie)
Pushing thru' the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got
Footstompin'
(Aaron Collins Jnr/Piron/Rand)
Everybody young and old
Learns how to rock 'n' roll
Listen to something new
Everybody sure can do
CHORUS
Footstompin', footstompin', footstompin', footstompin'
(footstompin', footstompin', footstompin')
Footstompin'
All of the time
Even just the other day
Taught it to my sister May
Red haired Mr Blue sure can do that stomping too
CHORUS
Wish I could shimmy like my sister Kate
Well she can shimmy like a jelly on a plate
All the girls are I can do it
I can do it yeah
Oooh
Everybody in the neighbourhood
Knows I can shimmy, shimmy good
I won't be an angel so I ought to be
East going West, I go the West
Meet me at the dance hall
We're going to have a ball
Show cure all you want
Forlorn
Reborn
CHORUS
Footstompin'
All of the time
Friday On My Mind
(George Reburn Young/Harry Vanda)
Monday morning feels so bad
Everybody seems to nag me
Coming Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just don't go
Thursday goes too slow
I've got Friday on my mind
CHORUS
(See my baby) Gonna have fun in the city (feel like fucking you)
(Do my baby screw) Be with my girl she's so pretty (all I want to do)
(I'm not crazy) She looks fine tonight
(Zoom zoom zoom x3) She is outta sight to me (so divine)
(Tonight) I spend my bread
(Tonight) I'll lose my head
(Tonight) I've got to get tonight
Monday I'll have Friday on my mind
Do the five day drag once more (Monday blue)
Know of nothing else that bugs me
More than working for the rich men (poor man, beggar man, thief)
Hey I'll change that scene one day
Today I might be mad
Tomorrow I'll be glad
'Cos I'll have Friday on my mind
CHORUS
(See my baby) (feel like fucking you)
Gonna have fun
(zoom zoom zoom)
Be with my girl (repeat ad lib.)
Fuje San Moto
(David Bowie)
(aka Crystal Japan)
(Instrumental)
Fun
(David Bowie)
Back into the funhouse
Music is sublime
See the lady's spinning
She'll show me
We all lie in the funhouse
No one is your friend
No one loves a loser
We love you
In the funhouse
In the funhouse
In the funhouse
In the funhouse
In the funhouse
In the funhouse
We'll show you
Really good time
We all lie in the funhouse
Girls wag their pain
No one sleeps in the funhouse
They'll show you
(Fun fun fun fun
Fun fun fun fun)
We'll show you
(Fun fun fun fun
Fun fun fun fun)
In the funhouse
In the funhouse
In the funhouse
We'll show you
Really good time
Back into the funhouse
My dreamdogs have arrived
My summer turns to fall
And I'll miss you
We'll show you
She'll show me
We'll show you
She'll show me
Really good time
Really good time
In the funhouse (repeat)
Funny Smile
(David Bowie)
(No lyrics)
Funtime
(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)
Fun
Hey baby we like your lips
Fun
Hey baby we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Hey, I feel lucky tonight
Fun
I'm gonna get stoned and run around
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Last night I was down in the lab
Fun
Talkin' to Dracula and his crew
All aboard for funtime
Fun
I don't need no heavy trips
Fun
I just do what I want to do
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Baby baby we like your lips
Fun
Baby baby we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Everybody we want in
Fun
We want some we want some
All aboard for funtime
Fun
Baby baby we like your lips
Fun
Baby baby we like your pants
All aboard for funtime
Future Legend
(David Bowie)
And in the death
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare
The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building
High on Poacher's Hill
And red mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City
No more big wheels
Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love Me Avenue
Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers
Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald
Any day now
The Year of the Diamond Dogs
(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).