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Take It With Soul

(???)

(No lyrics)

(Performed live by David Bowie and The Buzz).

Take My Tip

(David Bowie)

You think you're gonna please her
So you walk right up and tease her
But she walks right on by
You're scared to walk beside her
'Cos you're playing with the spider who possess the sky
She got the green backs, my-oh-my
You gotta act tall, think big, if you wanna make a mark in her book
Gotta get ahead, get a car, fancy clothes
Or she'll throw you right off her hook
Here's the news - you are but one fish in her back garden scene
Gonna make like a shark to be free
Something bad on your mind
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out

You can't give all you got to take something back
Before she'll put you right up on her rack
With some others in mind
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out

You think you're gonna please her
So you walk right up and tease her
But she walks right on by
You're scared to walk beside her
'Cos you're playing with the tiger who possess the sky
She got the green backs, my-oh-my
You gotta act tall, think big, if you wanna make a mark in her book
Gotta get ahead, get a car, fancy clothes
Or she'll throw you right off her hook
Here's the news - you are but one fish in her back garden scene
Gonna make like a shark to be free
Something bad on your mind
Get it off, take my tip
Get it off, take my tip

You can't give all you have to take something back
Before she'll put you right up on the rack
With some others in mind
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out




Take My Tip (alternate vocal)

(David Bowie)

You think you're gonna please her
So you walk right up and tease her
But she walks right on by
You're scared to walk beside her
'Cos you're playing with the type who possess the sky
She got the green backs, my-oh-my
You gotta act tall, think big, if you wanna make a mark in her book
Gotta get ahead, get a car, fancy clothes
Or she'll throw you right off of her hook
Here's the news: you are but one fish in her back garden scene
Gonna make like a shark to be free
Something bad on your mind
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out

You can't give all you have to take something big
Before she'll put you right up on her rack
With some others in mind
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out

You think you're gonna please her
So you walk right up and tease her
But she walks right on by
You're scared to walk beside her
'Cos you're playing with the body who possess the sky
She got the green backs, my oh my
You gotta act tall, think big, if you wanna make a mark in her book
Gotta get a car, fancy clothes, get ahead
Or she'll throw you right off of her hook
Here's the news - you are but one fish in her back garden scene
Gotta make like a shark to be free
Something bad on your mind
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out

You can't give all you have to take something back
'Cos she'll put you right up on the rack
With some others in mind
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out
Take my tip - get on out




Teenage Wildlife

(David Bowie)

Well, how come you only want tomorrow
With its promise of something hard to do
A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
Blue skies above, sun on your arms strength in your stride
And hope in those squeaky clean eyes
You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire - I guess the season is on

So you trade by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all, but it's all used up
Break open your million dollar weapon
And push your luck, still you push, still you push your luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys

Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into view, oh-ooh
As ugly as a teenage millionaire
Pretending it's a whizz kid world
You'll take me aside, and say
"Well, David, what shall, shall I do?
They wait for me in the hallway"
I'll say "Don't ask me, I don't know any hallways"
But they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner
And I feel like a group of one, no-no
They can't do this to me
I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife

Those midwives to history put on their bloody robes
And the word is that the hunted one is out there on his own
And you're alone for maybe the last time
And you breathe for a long time
Then you howl like a wolf in a trap
And you daren't look behind

You fall to the ground like a leaf from the tree
And look up one time at that vast blue sky
Scream out aloud as they shoot you down
No no, I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife
I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

And no one will have seen and no one will confess
The fingerprints will prove that you couldn't pass the test
There'll be others on the line filing past, who'll whisper low
'I miss you he had to go'
Well each to his own, he was
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh-oh-oh-ohh
Another piece of teenage wildlife, oh-oh-oh-ohh
Another piece of teenage wild...
Life
Wild - Life
Wild - Life
Wild - Life




Telling Lies

(David Bowie)

Telling Lies

Gorgeous girls are bound to meet
To talk of stars and kings and feet
Through the chromosomes of space and time
Me I'm fast like bad infection
Gasping for my resurrection
Swear to me in times of war and stress
Telling lies, telling lies
Telling lies, telling lies

CHORUS
    (Oo - Ah, missionary)
    (Oo - Ah, visionary)
  Telling lies
    (Feels like something's gonna happen this year)
  Starting fires
    (Oo - Ah, missionary)
    (Oo - Ah, visionary)
  Telling lies
    (Feels like something's gonna happen again)
  Telling lies
  
Shadow falls on shrinking smile
See me poised at the happy games
Standing in the mouth of all that's pure
Come straggling in your tattered rainments
Come to me in tears and blame
I'm the future, I'm tomorrow, I'm the end

Telling lies (Oo - Ah, Oo - Ah)
Telling lies (Oo - Ah, Oo - Ah)
Starting fires (Oo - Ah, Oo - Ah)
Telling lies (Oo - Ah, Oo - Ah)

CHORUS (repeat ad lib)




That's A Promise

(David Bowie)

Baby, you can own two hearts
Baby, don't try to tear me apart
Someone's got to go and I won't, I won't
That's a promise

Baby, you can't fool around
Baby, can't turn me upside down
Someone's got to go and I won't, I won't
That's a promise

It's just a matter of time before you call him on the phone
Tell him please, please leave him alone
Please leave him alone
It's just a matter of time, call him on the phone
Tell him please, please leave him alone
Please leave him alone

Baby, you've got me used
Baby, Can't you be like you?
Someone's got to go and I won't, I won't
That's a promise
(Ad lib to end)

(Backed by The Buzz and recorded February 1966 at R.G. Jones Studios, Morden, Surrey).

That's Motivation

(David Bowie)

Do you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see?
Colin, I want you to use your imagination
You wake up one morning and you ask yourself:

Why it is so exciting?
What makes me dramatic?
You're trying to say something about yourself
The dazzling crime of wisdom

You fall for reality
You're bruised and bewildered
Then you learn to fall in love with yourself
That's motivation

You raise yourself high
Presenting your soul
You step from the shadows
You hear the command
An image to dream
You tremble permission
Tomorrow's rewards bloody skies of today
You'll step out of time
Into life's every dream
A life of such powerful meaning

Now you have class
Now you have splash
Now you have mass motivation

Here's an image I recommend
Here's a product you will die for
Here's a nightmare that will never end
??

You know you got something
You know you got style
We don't take much just a little bit
That's motivation

Welcome to the world of your dreams, Colin
Where you can be what you want
Commit horrible sins
And get away with it

  Lust
  Gluttony
  Pride
  Anger
  Sloth
  Avarice
  And jealousy

You know you got something
You know you got the style
We don't take much, but a little bit
That's motivation

No more false illusion
Goodbye to confusion
Stand out from the madding crowd
Motivation is symphony

Symphony in style - (that's motivation)
It's brilliant, original - (that's motivation)
Stimulating, encouragement - (that's motivation)
As precious from home - (that's motivation)
So what - (motivation)
Say what - (motivation)
New - (moti...)
So - (moti...)

Now you have class motiv...
Now you have mass motivation




That's Where My Heart Is

(David Bowie)

I just cannot believe
That you want me
Beg at your door
I just cannot believe
That you want me
Forever more
Time and time I tried to make you mine
I didn't think it would be such a short time
Before you came my way

Up where the moon is shining so bright
That's where my heart is tonight
Up where the moon is so bright
That's where my heart is tonight

I thought my day would come
When I would be
The only one
I thought my day would come
Under the moon
And under the sun
Now I shout through all the streets today
Lucky me, your love has come my way
Now tell me I was a fool

Up where the moon is shining so brightly
That's where my heart is tonight
Up where the moon is so bright
That's where my heart is tonight

I believe that dreams come through
I believe, because of you
He who made the stars in the sky
Made the world for you and I

I just cannot believe
That you want me
Beg at your door
I just cannot believe
That you want me
Forever more
Time and time I tried to make you mine
I didn't think it would be such a short time
Before you came my way

Up where the moon is shining so bright
That's where my heart is tonight
Up where the moon is so bright
That's where my heart is tonight

(Demo track recorded in 1965 appears on Early On 1964-1966).

The Bewlay Brothers

(David Bowie)

And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like the hope it was
And the good men tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the Sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

Well, I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
And we'd frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Thru' our veins and lo' it was midnight
Back o' the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today

And it was stalking time for the Moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But he can't sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

And now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The Factor Max that proved the fact
Is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, he could be not
He could be you
He's Chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature
"Shooting-up pie-in-the-sky"
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of Oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked
I might just slip away, hey!
Just for the day, hey!
Please come away, hey! (repeat ad inf.)




The Dreamers

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Black eyed Ravens
They spiral down
They tilt his head back
To the flame filled sunset
Raise their guns high
As the darken falls
These are the days boys

Shallow man
Shallow man... and they
Eats in the doorway
With his head inclined
And he's always in decline
No-one heals anymore
So he shrinks as they ride
Under vermilion sky

So it goes
Just a searcher
A lonely soul
The last of the dreamers

Shallow man
Shallow man
Speaks to the shadows
Moves his trembling hands
And he's always a little late
For the dawning of the day

So it goes
Just a searcher
Lonely soul
The last of the dreamers




The Drowned Girl

(Bertolt Brecht. Translation: Dominic Muldowney)

Once she had drowned and started her slow descent
Down the streams to where the great rivers broaden
Oh, the open sky chant most magnificent
As if it was acting as her body's guardian
Wreck and duck weed slowly increased her weight
By clasping her in their slimy grip
Through her limbs, the cold blooded fishes played
Creatures and plant life kept on, thus obstructing her last trip

And the sky that same evening grew dark as smoke
And its stars through the night kept the brightness still soaring
But it quickly grew clear when dawn now broke
To see that she got one further morning
Once her pallid trunk had rotted beyond repair
It happened quite slowly that she gently slipped from God's thoughts
First with her face, then her hands, right at the last with her hair
Leaving those corpse-choked rivers just one more corpse

(Recorded for 1982 BBC TV production of Baal).

The Fairground

(???)

(No lyrics)

(Performed live by David Bowie and The Buzz).

The Gospel According To Tony Day

(David Bowie)

The Gospel according to Tony Day (x3)
If I find a girl he'll take her away
Rotten Tony!

The Gospel according to Brendan O'Lear (x3)
If I buy him a Scotch, he'll buy me a beer
Tight fist, friends

The Gospel according to Pat Hewitt (x3)
If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not do it
Ah
Got to, got to

Your mind, blow it
Blow it

The Gospel according to Marianne Brent (x3)
She'll be mine if I pay the rent
Good old Marianne, who needs friends, oh

Waste of fucking time, take a look at my life and you'll see
Take a quick butchers, rotten Harry down The Oak
Wouldn't give you tuppence for him




The Invader

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)

(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).

The Jean Genie

(David Bowie)

Small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers an' slash back blazers
An' ate all your razors while pulling the waiter
Talking 'bout Monroe an' walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go an' everything tastes nice
Poor little Greenie
Ooo-oo

(Spoken: Get back on it)
  Jean Genie lives on his back
  The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
  He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
  The Jean Genie let yourself go! oh

He sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
She'll love him, she'll love him but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand
He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition
An' keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie
Ooo-oo

CHORUS

He's so simple-minded he can't drive his module
Bites on the neon and sleeps in a capsule
Loves to be loved, loves to be loved
Ooo-oo (x2)

  Oh the Jean Genie lives on his back
  The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
  An' he's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
  The Jean Genie let yourself go! oh

Go!
Go!

  The Jean Genie lives on his back
  The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
  He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
  Jean Genie let yourself go! oh!

Go!
Oh go!





The King Of Stamford Hill

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

"Stamford Hill, four square miles of sh....."

The sewage
  (In a west end city)
In a west end city
Smells like daisies
  (In Stamford Hill)
In Stamford Hill
Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
  (Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill

The sewage
  (In a west end city)
In a west end city
Smells like daisies
  (In Stamford Hill)
In Stamford Hill
Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
  (Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill

CHORUS
  Gonna build an army
  March them to the marches
  Marching up and down
  Watch them flap their little wings
  Someone's gonna lose his poxy face

Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
  (Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill

CHORUS (twice)




The Last Thing You Should Do

(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Mark Plati)

What are you doing to yourself?
What are you doing to yourself?
What are you doing to yourself?
It's the last thing you should do

Nobody laughs anymore
Nobody laughs anymore
Nobody laughs anymore
It's the worst thing you can do

Save the last dance for me
Catch the last bus with me
Give the last kiss to me
It's the safest thing to do

Yeah (x2)

What are you doing to yourself?
What are you doing to yourself?
What are you doing to yourself?
It's the last thing you should do

Nobody laughs anymore
Nobody laughs anymore
Nobody laughs anymore
It's the worst thing you can do

Save the last dance for me
Catch the last bus with me
Give the last kiss to me
It's the safest thing to do

Yeah (x5)




The Laughing Gnome

(David Bowie)

I was walking down the High Street
When I heard footsteps behind me
And there was a little old man ("Hello")
In scarlet and grey, chuckling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Cor...)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)

Oh, I ought to report you to the Gnome Office
(Gnome Office)
Yes
(Hahahahaha)

CHORUS
  Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
  "I'm a Laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
  Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
  "I'm a Laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
  Said the Laughing Gnome

Well I gave him roasted toadstools and a glass of dandelion wine (burp, pardon)
Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne
Carried his bag and gave him a fag
(Haven't you got a light boy?)
"Here, where do you come from?"
(Gnome-man's land, ha hihihi)
"Oh, really?"

In the morning when I woke up
He was sitting on the edge of my bed
With his brother whose name was Fred
He'd bought him along to sing me a song

Right, let's hear it
Here, what's that clicking noise?
(That's Fred, he's a "metrognome", haha)

Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a Laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"

(Own up, I'm a gnome, ain't I right, haha)
"Haven't you got an 'ome to go to?"
(No, we're gnomads)
"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school?
you look like a Rolling Gnome."
(No, not at the London School of Ecognomics)

Now they're staying up the chimney
And we're living on caviar and honey (hooray!)
'Cos they're earning me lots of money
Writing comedy prose for radio shows
It's the-er (what?)
It's the Gnome Service of course

Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a Laughing Gnome and you don't catch me"
Ha ha ha, oh, dear me

(Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a Laughing Gnome and you can't catch me"
Ha ha ha, hee hee hee
"I'm a Laughing Gnome and you can't catch me")

(One more time, yeah)




The London Boys

(David Bowie)

Bow bells strikes another night
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache
You've bought some coffee, butter and bread
You can't make a thing 'cos the meter's dead
You moved away
Told your folks you're gonna stay away

Bright lights, Soho, Wardour Street
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet
Somebody shows you round
Now you've met the London boys
Things seem good again, someone cares about you

Oh, the first time that you tried a pill
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose face
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace
With the London boys, with the London boys

You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown
In the month you've been away from your parents' home
You take the pills too much
You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got
So long as you're with the London boys

A London boy, oh a London boy
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy
A London boy, a London boy
You're crying out loud that you're a London boy
You think you've had a lot of fun
But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run
It's too late now, 'cos you're out there boy
You've got it made with the rest of the toys
Now you wish you'd never left your home
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own
With the London boys
Now you've met the London boys (3 times)

(Original 7" single version recorded with The Buzz at R.G. Jones Studio, 19th October 1966. Producer Tony Hatch).

The Man - (aka Shadow Man)

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)





The Man Who Sold The World

(David Bowie)

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world




The Mirror

(David Bowie)

Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark
The mirror will watch over you
Pierrot never calls so pack your face and chase the dark
The mirrors hung up on you
Don't be last your friends and your reflections
It's autodirection now

Poor Harlequin, you're quite an exception
Fade Trubadour - on a downer
Gay Harlequin doesn't believe in you
Doesn't believe it's true - such a downer

(Written and recorded for 'The Looking Glass Murders' production for Scottish TV. Recorded at The Gateway Theatre, Edinburgh, Scotland on 1st February 1970).

The Motel

(David Bowie)

Well we're living, in the safety zone
Don't be holding back from me
We're living from hour to hour down here
And we'll take it when we can

It's a kind of living which recognises
The death of the odourless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow
It's not Eden but it's no sham

There is no hell
There is no shame
There is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell

And it's lights up, boys
Lights up boys

Explosion falls upon deaf ears
While we're swimming in a sea of sham
Living in the shadow of vanity
A complex fashion for a simple man

And there is no hell
And there is no shame
And there is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell

And the silence flies on its brief flight
A razor sharp crap shoot affair
And we light up our lives

And there's no more of me exploding you
Re-exposing you
Like everybody do
Re-exploding you

I don't know what to use
Make somebody move
Me exploding
Me exploding you




The Mysteries

(David Bowie)

(Instrumental)




The Passenger

(Lyrics: Iggy Pop. Music: Ricky Gardiner)

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come
Out of the sky
Yeah the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks
So good tonight

I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my
Window so bright
I see the stars
Come out tonight
I see the bright
And hollow sky
Over the city's
Ripped backside
And everything looks good tonight

CHORUS
  Singing la la la la
  La-la-la-la
  La la la la
  La-la-la-la
  La la la la
  La-la-la-la
  La la

Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and
Hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine
So bright
Stars made for us tonight

O the passenger
How how he rides
O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees the sign and
Hollow sky
He sees the stars
Come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made
For you and me
All of it was made for
You and me - 'cos it
Just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and
See what's mine

CHORUS

O the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window inside
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright
Hollow sky
He sees the city
Sleep at night
He sees the stars
Come out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride
And ride and ride

CHORUS (repeat ad. inf.)




The Prettiest Star - (original single version)

(David Bowie)

Cold fire, you got everything but cold fire
You will be my rest and peace child
I moved up to take a place, near you

So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tried
It's a trick to make you see wide
It can all but break your heart, in pieces

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the dark
How you move is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the dark
How you move is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star

One day, though it might as well be someday
You will rise up high and take us all the way
All because of what you are
The Prettiest Star




The Prettiest Star

(David Bowie)

Cold fire, you've got everything but cold fire
You will be my rest and peace child
I moved up to take a place, near you

So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tried
It's a trick to make you see wide
It can all but break your heart, in pieces

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the past
How you move is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star

One day though it might as well be someday
You and I will rise up all the way
All because of what you are
The Prettiest Star

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the past
How you move is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star

One day though it might as well be someday
You and I will rise up all the way
All because of what you are
The Prettiest Star

  (Bop bop bop bop, bop)
  (Repeat and fade)



The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

What to do
What to say
What to wear on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night

Reaching the very edge, you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
Reaching the very edge

CHORUS
  You're still breathing but you don't know why
  Life's a bit and sometimes you die
  You're still breathing but you just can't tell
  Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell

I am a drug
I am a dragon
I am the best jazz you've ever seen
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old

What is eternal?
What is damned?
What is clay and what is sand?
Who to dis?
Who to truss?
Who to listen to?
Who to suss?

I'm reaching the very edge, you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side this time
I'm reaching the very edge

CHORUS

I am a dragon
I am a drug
I am the best jazz you've ever heard
I am a dragon
I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets, I found gold
I find you out before you grow old
I find you out before you grow old

REPEAT (4x)
  The pretty things are going to hell
  They wore it out but they wore it well

You're still breathing but you don't know why
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath but the pretty things are going to hell




The Secret Life Of Arabia

(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Brian Eno/Carlos Alomar)

The secret life of Arabia
Secret secrets never seen
Secret secrets ever green

I was running at the speed of life
Through morning's thoughts and fantasies
Then I saw your eyes at the cross fades
Secret secrets never seen
Secret secrets ever green

The secret life of Arabia
Never here, never seen
Secret life ever green

The secret life of Arabia
You must see the movie the sand in my eyes
I walk through a desert song when the heroine dies

Arabia (secret secret)
Arabia (secret)
Arabia (secret secret)

THREE TIMES:
  Arabia
  Arabia (secret secret)

The secret life of Arabia
Never here never seen
Secret life ever green

(Recorded during the "Heroes" sessions at Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1978).

The Supermen

(David Bowie)

When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life

Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod cries

Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die
To turn to mold

Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod cries

Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod dies




The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)

(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie / Brian Eno / Reeves Gabrels)

Turn, and turn again
Turn, and turn again

I shake
And stare at the sun
Till my eyes burn

I shake
At the mothers brutal vermin

I shake
And stare at the watery moon
With the same desire
As the sober Philistine
An' I shake

Turn and turn again

Blood, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again

The screw
Is a tightening atrocity

I shake
For the reeking flesh
Is as romantic as hell

The need
To have seen it all

The voyeur of utter destruction
As beauty
An' I shake

Turn and turn again

I shake
Turn and turn again
I shake

I shake
I shake

VERSE (two times)
  Research has pierced all extremes of my sex
  Call it a day, call it a day
  Needle point life, blind the will to be next
  Call it a day, call it a day

Call it a day (x15.)
Today (repeat ad. inf.)




The Wedding

(David Bowie)

(Instrumental)




The Wedding Song

(David Bowie)

These are silver wings
These are golden eyes
These are floating clouds
Angel for life

Dreaming alone and I feel that someone
Listens to me
Angel for life

These are silver wings
These are golden eyes
These are floating clouds
Angel for life

Heaven is smiling down, heaven's girl in a wedding gown
I'm gonna be so good, just like a good boy should
I'm gonna change my ways
Angel for life

Of all the Saints alive
Don't I feel like a Saint alive
She's not mine for eternity
Though I'll never fly so high
I'm smiling

I believe in magic
Angel for life




The Width Of A Circle

(David Bowie)

In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping
By a tree
And I looked and frowned and the monster was me

Well, I said hello and I said hello
And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know"
So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be
And he laughed insane and quipped "Kahlil Gibran"
So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through
For I realised that God's a young man too

So I said "So long" and I waved bye-bye
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
I was vaguely half asleep
For which my reputation swept back home in drag
And the moral of this magic spell
Negotiates my hide
When God did take my logic for a ride
(Riding along)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips
And showed me the leather belt round his hips
My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame
He said "You'll never go down to the Gods again"
(Turn around, go back!)

He struck the ground a cavern appeared
And I smelt the burning pit of fear
We crashed a thousand yards below
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)

His nebulous body swayed above
His tongue swollen with Devil's love
The snake and I, a venom high
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)

Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply
And I was seething, breathing deeply
Spitting sentry, horned and tailed
Waiting for you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh




There Is A Happy Land

(David Bowie)

There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways
Of you sir, Mr. Grown-Up

There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves
It's a secret place and adults aren't allowed there, Mr. Grown-Up
Go away, sir

Charlie Brown got's half a crown, he's gonna buy a kite
Jimmy's ill with chicken pox, and Tommy's learned to ride his bike
Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he's so small we don't notice him
He gets in the way but we always let him play with us

Mother calls, but we don't hear
There's lots more things to do
It's only five o'clock, and we're not tired yet
But we will be, very shortly

Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry
Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky
Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away
Tommy's mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray

There is a happy land where only children live
You've had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr. Grownup
Go away, sir

Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup (repeat)




Things To Do

(David Bowie)

Sometimes, sometimes I feel blue
When I'm, when I'm feeling good
All I, all I have to do
Is think of you, you, you
And the things you do, do, do

I don't know the reason
That you've got me this way
But when I first met you
Oh happy day
I'll make my point here
I just gotta say
I love you, you, you
And the things you do, do, do

Well if the Lord is my shepherd
And Peter was a saint
It's kind of obvious to me
Big guy, a ???? you ain't
But if you turned at the reek?
I was cunning and mean
I'd have to think maybe
That the Lord himself could save me

Sometimes, sometimes I feel blue
When I'm, when I'm feeling good
All I, all I have to do
Is think of you, you, you
And the things you do, do, do

(Recorded during the Ava Cherry and The Astronettes sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in November 1974).

This Boy

(John Lennon/Paul McCartney)

That boy took my love away
He'll regret it someday
But this boy wants you back again

That boy isn't good for you
Though he may want you too
This boy wants you back again

Oh, and this boy would be happy
Just to love you, buy oh my-yi-yi
That boy won't be happy
Till he's seen you cry-hi-hi

This boy wouldn't mind the pain
Would always feel the same
If this boy gets you back again
This boy. This boy

(Performed live at on 27th August 1972 at Bristol Locarno Centre, Electric Village, in Bristol, although appears incorrectly on several bootlegs as the Friars Club, Aylesbury gig from 18th July 1972).

This Is My Day

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)

(Recorded during the Ernie Johnson sessions, February 1968).

This Is Not America

(David Bowie/Pat Metheny)

This is not America, sha la la la la

A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die (This is not a miracle)
For this is not America

Blossom fails to bloom
This season
Promise not to stare
Too long (This is not America)
For this is not the miracle

There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have
The faintest idea

(For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la la)

Snowman melting
From the inside
Falcon spirals
To the ground (This could be the biggest sky)
So bloody red
Tomorrow's clouds

A little piece of you
The little piece in me
Will die (This could be a miracle)
For this is not America

There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea

(For this is not America, sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la
This is not america, no, this is not
This is not america, no, this is not, sha la la la)




Threepenny Joe

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)





Threepenny Pierrot

(David Bowie)

Threepenny Pierrot - we love you
Threepenny Pierrot - loves us too
Pockets of gladness, gay time eyes
Comical hero, Threepenny Pierrot

Happy little feet that dance all day
Lonely little heart with lots to say
Stepping footprints on your mind
Offering thoughts of Columbine

Bang the drum and blow the bugle call
Pierrot takes the stage to play for all
For here's a life his fortune rules
Forsaken by his Columbine

Threepenny Pierrot - we love you
Threepenny Pierrot - loves us too
Pockets of gladness, gay time eyes
Comical hero, Threepenny Pierrot

To tap his feet to greet dear Harlequin
The hearts of folks so keenly hard to win
A patchwork frame of tears and wine
Are nectar for cruel Columbine

???  the three he leaves the stage forlorn
Puppets cold, their faces sad and drawn
Relive each trial of rise and fall
The love which lacks between us all

Threepenny Pierrot - we love you
Threepenny Pierrot - loves us too
Pockets of gladness, gay time eyes
Comical hero, Threepenny Pierrot
(repeat)

(Written and recorded for 'The Looking Glass Murders' production for Scottish TV. Recorded at The Gateway Theatre, Edinburgh, Scotland on 1st February 1970).

Thru' These Architect's Eyes

(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

(Living in a golden age, the golden age, the golden age now) (x3)

An' stomping along on this big Philip Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time?
Looking across at Richard Rogers
Scheming dreams to blow both their minds
It's difficult you see
To give up baby
To leave a job
When you know
You know the money's from day to day

CHORUS
  All the majesty of a city landscape
  All the soaring days in our lives
  All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
  All the joy I see
  Thru' these architect's eyes

(Living in a golden age, the golden age, the golden age now)
Cold winter bleeds on the girders of Babel
This stone boy watching the crawling land
Rings of flesh and the towers of iron
The steaming caves and the rocks and the sand

Stomping along on this big Phillip Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
It's difficult you see
To give up baby
These summer scumholes
This god damned starving life

CHORUS

It's difficult you see
It's difficult you see

CHORUS




Thursday's Child

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same

Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two

  (Throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Now that I've really got a chance
  (Throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Everything's falling into place
  (Throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
  (Throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's Child

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was (x2)

Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet

Lucky old sun is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms

  (Throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Now that I've really got a chance
  (Throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Everything's falling into place
  (Throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
  (Yeah, throw me tomorrow... oh,oh)
Only for you I don't regret
That I was Thursday's Child

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was Thursday's Child
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was Thursday's Child
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was




Time

(David Bowie)

Time - He's waiting in the wings
      He speaks of senseless things
      His script is you and me, boy

Time - He flexes like a whore
      Falls wanking to the floor
      His trick is you and me, boy

Time - In Quaaludes and red wine
      Demanding Billy Dolls
      And other friends of mine
      Take your time

The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
Oh well I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think 'Oh God I'm still alive'

Should be on by now
We should be on by now

La, la, la, la,   la, la, la, la (x4 times)

You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time

Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old
        You'll freeze and catch a cold
        'Cos you've left your coat behind
        Take your time

Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs
But you my love were kind, but love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed, your park was real and dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness
But all I had to give was guilt for dreaming

We should be on by now (x5 times)
La, la, la, la,  la, la, la, la (x11 times)

Yeah, time!




Time Will Crawl

(David Bowie)

I've never sailed on a sea
I would not challenge a giant
I could not take on the church
Time will crawl
Till the 21st Century lose

I know a Government man
He was as blind as the moon
He saw the sun in the night
He took a top-gun pilot
He made him fly thru' a hole
Till he grew real old
And he never came down
He just flew till he burst

Time will crawl till our mouths run dry
Time will crawl till our feet grow small
Time will crawl till our tails fall off
Time will crawl till the 21st Century lose

I saw a black black stream
Full of white eyed fish
And a drowning man
With no eyes at all
I felt a warm warm breeze
That melted metal and steel
I got a bad migraine
That lasted three long years
And the pills that I took
Made my fingers disappear

Time will crawl, time will crawl
Time will crawl
Till the 21st Century lose

You were a talented child
You came to live in our town
We never bothered to scream
When your mask came off
We only smelt the gas
As we lay down to sleep

Time will crawl and our heads bowed down
Time will crawl and our eyes fall out
Time will crawl and the streets run red
Time will crawl till the 21st Century lose

Time will crawl and our mouths run dry
Time will crawl and our feet grow small
Time will crawl and our tails fall off
Time will crawl till the 21st Century lose

Time will crawl and our heads bowed down
Time will crawl and our eyes fall out
Time will crawl and the streets run red
Time will crawl till the 21st Century lose

For the crazy child
We'll give every life
For the crackpot notion




Tin Machine

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Tony Sales/Hunt Sales)

Tin machine
Tin machine

Take me anywhere
Somewhere without alcohol
Or goons with muddy hair

Tin machine
Tin machine

Tin machine
Tin machine

The zombies that I pass
The guy that beats his baby up
The preachers and their past

Tin machine
Tin machine

Tin machine

Baby doll
Baby doll

Clarity in prayer
There's more than money moving here
There's mindless maggot glare
Working horrors - humping Tories
Spittle on their chins
Carving up my children's future
Read 'em pal and grin

Raging raging raging
Burning in my room
C'mon and get a good idea
C'mon and get it soon
I'm waiting on the fire escape
I'm not exactly well
I'm neither red nor black or white
I'm grey and blown to hell

Tin machine
Tin machine

Make some new computer thing
That puts me on the moon
Not this psycho-time-bomb planet
Poised to meet its maker
Shake a leg

Tin machine
Tin machine

One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species
They reach right out to touch someone
Then wash their crusty hands

Tin machine
Tin machine

Baby doll
Baby doll

Blue suede tuneless wonders
Mass confusion - faithless blues
Night that spews out watchmen
Mopping up another fortune
Fractured words and Branca-sonic
Anger trapped behind locked doors
And right between the eyes

Raging raging raging
Burning in my room
C'mon and get a good idea
C'mon and get it soon
I'm waiting on the fire escape
I'm not exactly well
I'm neither red nor black or white
I'm grey and blown to hell

Tin machine

Tin machine
Tin machine

Tin machine
Tin machine

Tin machine
Tin machine
Take me anywhere




Tiny Girls

(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)

Well the day begins
You don't want to live
'Cos you can't believe
In the one you're with
'Cos you know her tricks
And you know her past
When she makes a face
You just have to laugh
And you feel like such a know-it-all
When you only want just a tiny girl
And you hope she'll sing

So you turn around
Toward the tiny girls
Who have got no tricks
Who have got no past
Yea that's what you think
And you hope she'll sing
But she sings of greed
Like a young banshee
And she wants for this
And she wants for that
What did you think




Tiny Tim

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)

(Recorded during the Ernie Johnson sessions, February 1968).

Tired Of My Life

(David Bowie)

I don't know why, but I'm tired of my mind
Pain is over me, over loading
I don't know why, but you're trying to be kind
Take off your silver smile, throw your head back
And cry, ahhh...

I don't believe, but I'm trying to decide
Which game is best for me, which can I bear
You don't perceive, so I'm leading you away
Home where you've never been, non-returning
So cry, ahhh...

Throw a rock upon a road, and it breaks into pieces
Shake a branch upon the snow, the sun is defeated
Pull the curtains on yesterday, and it seems so much later
Put a bullet in my brain, and I make all the papers
Ahhh...

I don't know why, but I'm tired of my life
The clouds are in my eyes, overtaking
Ahhh..."




Toll The Bell

(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music David Bowie/Brian Eno)

(No lyrics)

(Original working title for I Have Not Been To Oxford Town).

Tonight

(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)

VERSE
  I saw my baby
  She was turning blue
  I knew that soon
  Her young life was through
  And so I got down on my knees
  Down by her bed
  And these are the words
  To her I said

Everything will be alright tonight
Everything will be alright tonight
No one moves
No one talks
No one thinks
No one walks tonight
Tonight
Everyone will be alright tonight
Everyone will be alright tonight
No one moves
No one talks
No one thinks
No one walks tonight
Tonight

I am gonna love you till the end
I will love you till I reach the end
I will love you till I die
I will see you in the sky
Tonight




Too Dizzy

(David Bowie/Erdal Kizilcay)

There's too much talking for a night drive
Too much mist in front of my eyes
I'm trying not to lose control
But you're just pushin' for a fight
You look trapped, turn the radio on
Too much smoke, air conditioning gone
But I'm helpless in love with you
But you're just looking for a break

Is it love or is it what
Who's this guy I'm gonna blow away
What kind of love is he giving you
I'm-a-dizzy's what I'm trying to say
Too Dizzy - You can't have a lover
Too Dizzy - It's me and no other
I'm a bad loser - I'm-a-shakin' in anger
Too Dizzy-you can't have no lover

2nd time: Don't come any harder
    Don't come any closer

You can go on dreaming every night
But I'm not letting you out of my sight
I'm-a-ten times the man than any guy around
But you're just itchin'-twitchin'-itchin' for a break

There's too much talking for a night drive
Too much mist in front of my eyes
But I'm helpless in love with you
But you're just looking for a break

Is it love or is it what...




Truth

(Goldie)

Would you lie to me lately - truth
Would you die for me maybe - truth
??? please ????

Truth

Tomorrow for you to know
And sorrow hides in sculpture
Truth
If a kiss could cry for you
O its true
Then set in stone for you
Love me too
I ????? in fire - truth
in fire - truth

Would you lie to me lately - truth
Would you die for me maybe - truth
???? please ???????????
Oh I'd die to know if I choose?????
????
If I could change my ways
Maybe I would
But ????????
Vision ?
And lie to me
Kiss the sky for me
And maybe I should
Or should I cry for you?
One day
One way

If a kiss could cry for you
?? true
Then set in stone for you
????? true
I'll set a light ????
But I'd die to know
Yeah I'd die to know

Would you lie to me lately - truth
Would you die for maybe - truth
Oh pl???????
Tomorrow for you to know
Let sorrow hide in sculpture
Tomorrow for you to know
Let sorrow hide in sculpture




Trying To Get To Heaven

(Bob Dylan)

The air is getting hotter
There's a rumbling in the skies
I've been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising through my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn't hurt me like it did before
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Oh yeah

People on the platforms
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin'
Like pendulums swinging on a chain
When you think you've lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down that road feeling bad
Trying hard to get to heaven
Before they close the door

CHORUS (x4)
  Oooh, trying to get to heaven
  Before they close the door

I'm going down the river
Going down to New Orleans
They tell me everything's gonna be all right
But I don't know what "all right" even means
I close my eyes and I wonder boys
If everything is as hollow as it seems
I been to Sugar Town and shook the sugar down
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Hey-hey!

CHORUS (repeat ad inf.)
  Oooh, trying to get to heaven
  Before they close the door




Tumble And Twirl

(Iggy Pop/David Bowie)

I've seen the city
I took the next flight for Borneo
They say it's pretty
I like the tee shirts in Borneo
Some wear Bob Marley
Others in Playboy or Duvalier
Make the last plane come
Let me rise through the cloudy above
With a book on Borneo

Strangers come and go
It's such a waste of time
Problems far behind
Another day
But even in spring-time
It's a rich slice of life
So send me a letter
I'll reply with a broken spear
That dusky Mulatto
In nylons and tattoos
Hot juice in Coke bottles
We dance in the sand
Well, they twirl and they tumble

Yes, they twirl and they tumble
Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble
I've been to Leon's
He's got nine daughters
And a stereo
They say that Leon
Watches from the tree tops
In Borneo
When the road is mud
Everything stops with a thud
That's the way it goes down yonder in Borneo
Far beneath his mansion
There's an open drain
Sending all the sewage down the hill
But when the General shows movies
No one hesitates
To sneak from the jungle
They laugh and they mumble
Enjoying the show
And that dusky Mulatto

Hot juice in Coke bottles
In blue jeans and tattoos
Well, they twirl and they tumble
Yes, they twirl and they tumble
Well, I'll twirl and I'll tumble

I like the free world
They say it's pretty
This time of year
They tumble and twirl
They tumble and twirl
I'll tumble and twirl

They twirl and they tumble
They twirl and they tumble

I like the free world
I like the free world

They say it's pretty

This time of year
This time of year




Turn Blue

(Lyrics: Iggy Pop/Walter Lacey. Music: David Bowie/Warren Peace)

See a black Eldorado
Rolling along down below my window
That black girl in the back looks pretty good
Christ! She's beautiful
You know how soft she is
I know just what it'd feel like
I'm so far away from her
Jesus, this is Iggy

You might as well
Come with me
Then you ride
There's talk
And I don't wanna talk
Oh momma
I shot myself down
Oh momma
I shot myself down
Ohhh, momma
I shot myself down
Oooh, momma
Did I tell you
I shot myself down

They're stepping on our hearts    (stepping on our hearts)
Stepping on our hearts
I don't know why
They're stepping on our hearts    (stepping on our hearts)
Stepping on our hearts
Damn, I don't know why
They're stepping on our hearts
Stepping on our hearts (x4)
Can't you see
Stepping on our hearts

How come the blacks
How come they come to you so good?
They get off on you so sexually
If you wanna make it
Young man, you've gotta make somebody come
Come out of you black
Come out of you black and strong
Black and strong
Black and strong
Black
Strong
Black

Jesus it's cold in this room
You know I, I never told you 'bout this
But there's one guy - somebody I really love
He's never around
We'd take things that could be alright, that could be nice
And make 'em so ugly, so damned ugly
And we put out the lights on'm
We make it dark, we put out the lights!
On them
It's idiots like you that screw me up
I know there's nothing to you
And I don't know why I treat you so kind
Up, down and dance with me
Dance with me
You got nobody left but me
Accept me
Don't reject me
Don't forget me

Momma
What colour will the lights be?
Will they turn blow on me?
Momma
What colour will the lights be?
Will they turn blue on me?
Momma    (will they turn blue on me)
I shot myself up
Oh momma
I shot myself    (up, up, up, up, up, up)
Momma
I shot myself up    (up, up, up, up, up)
Momma
I shot myself up
Down
Up
Down
Momma
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Momma
I didn't know what I was doing
I didn't mean to
But I did
Shot myself




TVC 15

(David Bowie)

TVC 15

Oh oh oh oh oh    oh oh oh oh oh
(Whispered) TVC 15
Oh oh oh oh oh    oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh    oh oh oh oh oh
Oooooo-oo

Up every evening 'bout (ten) half eight or nine
I'll give my, complete attention to a very good friend of mine
He's quadrophonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlorn
She saw my TVC one five, baby's gone, she
She crawled right in, oh my my
She crawled right in my
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
Oh so demonic, oh my TVC one five

VERSE
  Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
  "Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature, ah"
  My TVC one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
  So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
  One of these nights I may just
  Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby then
  We'll spend some time together
  So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
  My baby's in there some place, love's rating in the sky
  So hologramic, oh my TVC one five

CHORUS
  Transition
  Transmission
  Transition
  Transmission

  Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five
  Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five
  Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five
  Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five

VERSE

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh (3 times)

CHORUS

Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five (repeat 7 times and fade)




Twentieth Century Boy

(Marc Bolan)

Ohhhhhhh!

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I walk like a rat
Crawl like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man

And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Ball like a hound
Babe I'm gonna be your man

And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy
20th Century boy, I wanna be your toy (x4)

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I walk like a rat
Crawl like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man

And it's plain to see
You were meant for me
Yeah I'm your toy
Your 20th Century boy
20th Century boy, I wanna be your toy (x4)

(Performed live with Placebo at The Brit Awards, Docklands Arena, London on 29th February 1999 and at The Irving Plaza, New York City on 29th March 1999).

Uncle Arthur

(David Bowie)

Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up
Climbs across his bike and he's away
Cycles past the Gas works, past the river, down the high street
Back to mother, it's another empty day

Uncle Arthur likes his mummy
Uncle Arthur still reads comics
Uncle Arthur follows Batman

Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from Mum
On his 32nd birthday, told her that he'd found a chum
Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed
Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion
Sally was the real thing, not just lust

Uncle Arthur vanished quickly
Uncle Arthur and his new bride
Uncle Arthur follows Sally

Round and round goes Arthur's head, hasn't eaten well for days
Little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze
Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled
Back to mother, all's forgiven, serving in the family shop
He gets his pocket money, he's well fed

Uncle Arthur past the gas works
Uncle Arthur past the river
Uncle Arthur down the high street
Uncle Arthur follows mother




Uncle Floyd

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)





Under Pressure

(David Bowie / Freddie Mercury / John Deacon / Roger Taylor / Brian May)

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure, that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

That's okay
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming "Let me out"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets

Doh doh doh bah bah bah bah
Okay
Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
People on streets, people on streets

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming "Let me out"
Pray tomorrow take me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets

Turned away from it all, like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why why why?
Love love love love

Insanity laughs, under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love one more chance
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love

'Cos love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves

This is our last dance (x 2)
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure




Under The God

(David Bowie)

Skin dance back-a-the condo
Skinheads getting to school
Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat
Racism back in rule

White trash picking up Nazi flags
While you was gone, there was war
This is the West, get used to it
They put a swastika over the door

CHORUS
  Under the God
  Under the God
  One step over the red line
  Under the God
  Under the God
  Ten steps over the crazy crazy

Washing their heads in the toilet bowl
They don't see supremacist hate
Right wing dicks in their boiler suits
Picking out who to annihilate

Toxic jungle of Uzi trail
Tribesmen just wouldn't live here
Fascist flare is fashion cool
You're dead - you just ain't buried (yet)

  Under the God
  Under the God
  Oh yeah
  Under the God
  Under the God

As the walls came tumbling down
Though the secrets that we share
I believed you by the palace gate
But now the savage days are here

Under the Gods
Crazy eyed man with a shotgun
Hot headed creep with a knife
Love and peace and harmony
Love you could cut with a life

CHORUS




Underground

(David Bowie)

No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
Life can be easy
It's not always swell
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl
'Cos it hurts like hell (echo)
But down in the underground (oh oh oh oh oh)
You'll find someone true (down underground)
Down in the underground (oh oh oh oh oh)
A land serene (oh oh oh oh)
A crystal moon, ah, ah

It's only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
That's underground
Underground

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here (heard about a place today)
I, I'm underground (nothing never hurts again)
Heard about a place today (daddy, get me out of here)
Where nothing never hurts again (wanna go underground)
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here (wanna go underground)
I, I'm underground (get me underground)
Sister, sister, please take me down (daddy, get me out of here)
I, I'm underground (wanna go underground)
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here

No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
But down in the underground (oh oh oh oh oh)
You'll find someone true (down underground)
Down in the underground (oh oh oh oh oh)
A land serene (oh oh oh oh)
A crystal moon, ah, ah

It's only (echo)
It's only forever
It's not long at all
Lost and lonely
That's underground
Underground

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Heard about a place today (heard about a place today)
Nothing never hurts again (nothing never hurts again)
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here (daddy, get me out of here)
I'm, I'm underground (wanna go underground)
Sister, sister, please take me down (wanna go underground)
I'm, I'm underground (get me underground)
Daddy, daddy, get me out

Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground (underground)
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground (underground)
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground (wanna live underground)
Wanna live underground (wanna live underground)
Wanna live underground (wanna live underground)

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here (get me underground, now get me underground)
I'm, I'm underground (get me underground, now get me underground)
Sister, sister please take me down (now get me underground)
I'm, I'm underground (now get me underground)
I, I'm underground (now get me underground)
I, I'm underground (now get me underground)
Daddy, daddy, get me (heard about a place today, where nothing never hurts again)
Daddy, daddy, get me (heard about a place today, where nothing never hurts again)

(Heard about a place today, wanna live underground)
(Heard about a place today, wanna live underground)

Wanna live underground (heard about a place today, wanna live, wanna live underground) (x3)

Sister, sister, take me down (heart about a place today, wanna live, wanna live underground) (x2)




Untitled No. 1

(David Bowie)

In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slow
Now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls

CHORUS
  Sleepy Kapoor
  It's clear that some things never take
  Sleepy Kapoor
  Please, heal these tears
  Sleepy Kapoor

She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Oh lady, oh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up-up-up above

CHORUS

Please heal these tears

CHORUS repeat

Some things never
Never never




Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed

(David Bowie)

Spy, spy, pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the cream
Of the Great Utopia dream
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen

I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed
As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed

I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a Queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
As I'm raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed

Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the Braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
It's very catching
So now, you should spend the morning lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed
Oh - o - yea' - oh - (purr) - oooh! - dar-nah-nah-naru - na




Up The Hill Backwards

(David Bowie)

Vacuum created by the arrival of freedom
And the possibilities it seems to offer
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

A series of shocks - sneakers fall apart
Earth keeps on rolling - witnesses falling
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards
It'll be alright ooo-ooo

While we sleep they go to work
We're legally crippled it's the death of love
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it

More idols than realities, ooo-ooo
I'm OK, you're so-so, ooo-ooo

Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards
It'll be alright ooo-ooo




Up The Hill Backwards - (earlier version)

(David Bowie)

Vacuum created by the arrival of freedom
And the possibilities it seems to offer
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp them
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp them

A series of shocks - sneakers fall apart
Earth keeps on rolling - skylights are falling
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp them
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp them

Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards
It'll be alright ooo-ooo

While we sleep they go to work
They're legally crippled it's the death of love
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp them
It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp them

More idols than realities ooo-ooo
I'm OK, you're so-so ooo-ooo

Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards
It'll be alright ooo-ooo

(From demo sessions recorded in 1980 for the Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) album).

Various Times Of The Day

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)

(Recorded during the Ernie Johnson sessions, February 1968).

Velvet Couch

(David Bowie/John Cale)

(No lyrics)

(Demo recorded in 1979 with John Cale).

V-2 Schneider

(David Bowie)

V-2 Schneider, V-2 Schneider

(Recorded during the "Heroes" sessions at Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1978).

Velvet Goldmine

(David Bowie)

You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red
You got a way with my tongue, name on the sun
I catch you going to my breath
'Cos you're the only one, who uses school to pleasure

You make me act real gone, you make me crawl along
Rapture catcher, suck you dry
Feel the teeth in your bone, till ya head of my home
Like I don't have you home, that you find love
Hang on together

CHORUS
  Velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
  Snake it, take it, Panther Princess you must stay
  Velvet goldmine, naked on your chain
  I'll be your King Volcano right for you again and again
  My velvet goldmine

You're my taste, my trip, I'll be your master zip
I'll chop your hair off for kicks, you'll make me jump to my feet
So give me your hand, give me your sound
Let me sea wash your face, I'm falling, I can't stand
Oooh! Put your make out

CHORUS

Oh
Shoot you down, bang bang

CHORUS

(hum) Velvet Goldmine  (repeat)




Video Crimes

(David Bowie/Tony Sales/Hunt Sales)

Ain't got room for charity
Me, I'm crawling with no cash
Me, I'm looking for hot flesh

This skeleton's mine
Chop it up
Chop it up

Blood on video - video crime
Video crime
Needles and pins and video crime
Video crime
I've got dollars - I've got sense
Wonder where the Third World went?

Ain't got time for honeymoon (chop it up)
Trash time Bundy, Death Row chic (chop it up)
Haunt this street from half past ten (chop it up)

Blood on video - video crime
Video crime
Needles and pins and video crime
Video crime
Late night cannibal - cripples decay
Just can't tear my eyes away

Ain't got no room for charity (this skeleton's mine)
Ain't got room for Hollywood (chop it up)
Me, I'm crawling with no cash (chop it up)
Blood on video - video crime
Video crime
Needles and pins and video crime
Video crime
I've got dollars I've got sense
Wonder where the Third World went?




Volare

(Modugno/Migliacci)

Nel blu dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu'
Nel blu dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu'

Penso che un sogno cosi' non ritorni mai piu'
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu'

E volavo, volavo felice, piu' in alto del sole ed ancora piu' su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu'
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu'

Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu, felice di stare quaggiu'

E continuo a volare felice, piu' in alto del sole ed ancora piu' su
Mentre il mondo pian piano scompare negli occhi tuoi blu
La tua voce e' una musica dolce che suona per me

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu, felice di stare lassu'

Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu, felice di stare quaggiu'
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu, felice di stare quaggiu'
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu, felice di stare quaggiu'
Con te




Wagon Wheel

(David Bowie)

Won't you be my wagon wheel
Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel?

Yeah you got to live yeah your life as though you're number one
Yeah you got to live yeah your life
And make a point of having some fun

But if you think that you get kicks
From flirting with danger, danger ooh
Just kick her in head and rearrange her

Oh heavenly father, what can I do?
What she's done to me is making me crazy
Oh heavenly father, I know I have sinned but look where I've been
It's making me lazy

Won't you be my wagon wheel
Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel?

You got to live yeah your life as though you're number one
Yeah you got to live yeah your life
And make a point of having some fun

But if you think that you get kicks
From flirting with danger, danger ooh
Just kick her in head and rearrange her

And then why don't you wake me, shake me
Please don't you let me sleep too long




Waiting For The Man

(Lou Reed)

I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington One Two Five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around
Oh pardon me Sir, it springs to my mind
I'm just looking for a good friendly behind
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Real shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man

Dirty brownstone building, up three flights of stairs
Nobody's tried to stops you 'cos nobody cares
He's got the works gives you sweet taste
Then you gotta split because he's got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, honey don't you ball and shout
I'm feeling good, I know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just another time
I'm waiting for my man

To welcoming home

(Also recorded with The Riot Squad at the Decca Studios in April 1969. Sessions produced by Gus Dudgeon).

Warszawa

(David Bowie/Brian Eno)

Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
  Sula vie dilejo
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm
  Sula vie milejo
Mmm-omm

Cheli venco deho
Cheli venco deho
Malio
Mmmm-mm-mm-ommm

Helibo seyoman
Cheli venco raero
Malio
Malio

(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).

Watch That Man

(David Bowie)

Shakey threw a party that lasted all night
Everybody drank a lot of something nice
There was an old fashioned band of married men
Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so

The ladies looked bad but the music was sad
No one took their eyes off Lorraine
She shimmered and she strolled like a Chicago moll
Her feathers looked better and better - it was so-so

Yeah! It was time to unfreeze
When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees
Slam! So it wasn't a game
Cracking all the mirrors in shame

CHORUS
  Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
  Well he talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon
  Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
  He walks like a jerk
  But he's only taking care of the room
  Must be in tune

A Benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands
So Shakey hung him up to dry
The pundits were joking the manholes were smoking
And every bottle battled with the reason why

The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone
A throwback from someone's LP
A lemon in a bag played the Tiger Rag
And the bodies on the screen stopped bleeding

Yeah! I was shaking like a leaf
For I couldn't understand the conversation
Yeah! While I ran to the street, a looking for information

  Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
  He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon
  Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
  He walks like a jerk
  But he's only taking care of the room
  Must be in tune

Watch that man

Watch that man ooh oh oh (repeat ad inf.)




Watermelon Man

(Mongo Santamaria/The Kingsmen)

(Instrumental)

(Cover version of The Kingsmen song performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).

We All Go Through

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Skeletal city highs
Crazies with dumb replies
Nobody's eyes anymore

Frown on your beggar's face
Walking this lunarscape
Nothing in my lack-a-day

CHORUS
  We'll all be right
  We'll all be right
  We'll all be right in the now
  We all go through
  We all go through
  We all go through it sometimes

Somebody's space to rent
Somebody's soul to dent
Dog is in every word

Hiding the flames of power
Hiding us home by home
Nearly got out yesterday

CHORUS

Trouble it travels on the wing
Doorway to door
Open your eyes
Nothing remains
A secret love between us

Nothing can hide for long
We are the morning song
Holding my breath anyway

CHORUS (x2)




We Are Hungry Men

(David Bowie)

(Spoken):
Here is the news...
According to the latest world population survey
The figures have reached danger point, my God
London 15 million 75 thousand
New York 80 million
Paris 15 million and 30
China 1000 million
Billington-Spa: lots

My studies included suffragy
I formed my own society
To study the power of fecundity
The world will overpopulate
Unless you claim infertility
So who will buy a drink for me, your Messiah

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

I propose to give the pill
Free of charge to those that feel
That they are not infertible
The crops of few, the cattle gun
There's only one way to linger on
So who will buy a drink for me, your Messiah

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

(spoken)
Achtung, achtung, these are your orders...
Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air
Will be slaughtered and cremated
Only one cubic foot of air is...

I have prepared a document, legalising mass abortion
We will turn a blind eye to infanticide

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

You don't seem to hear me clear
Do I talk above your sphere?
Let me explain my project dear
Show you how I'll save the world
Or let it die within the year
Why do you look that way at me, your Messiah

We are not your friends
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to live our lives

We are hungry men
We don't give a damn for what you're saying
We're here to eat you




We Are The Dead

(David Bowie)

Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today

We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by?
Just reply, you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard

Yet now
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the Virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right

Now I'm hoping someone will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care

But now
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of press men
Bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theatre of financiers
Count them, fifteen 'round a table
White and dressed to kill

Oh caress yourself, my juicy
For my hands have all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead

(Recorded during the Diamond Dogs sessions at the Olympic Studios, Barnes, Surrey in 1974).

We Prick You

(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Brian Eno)

White boys falling on the fires of night
  (I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell)
Flesh punks burning in their glue
Revolution comes in the strangest way
  (I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell)
I'd rather be inside you

CHORUS 1 (twice)
  Tell the truth
  Tell the truth
  Tell the truth
  We prick you, we prick you, we prick you

CHORUS 2 (twice)
  You show respect even if you disagree
  You show respect

Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell
  (we wish you well)
Innocence passed me by
I wanna be screwing when the nightmare comes
  (I wish you well, I wish you well)
I wanna come quick and die

CHORUS 1 (twice)
CHORUS 2

All the little rose-kissed foxy girls
(Shoes, shoes, little white shoes)
Where have all the flowers gone?
All the little fragile champion boys
(Toys, toys, little black toys)
Dripping on the end of a gun

Even if you disagree

CHORUS 1 (twice)

  You show respect even if you disagree
  You show respect
  You show respect

Shoe, shoe, little white shoe
Wish you well, wish you well
Toy, toy, little black toy
Wish you well, wish you well
Shoe, shoe, little white shoe
Wish you well, wish you well




We Shall Go To Town

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

No more delight
Or crawling around
Whisper the word
Hold my hand
Never forget
Those who refuse you
Never forget
Who you've been
And you will fight with demons
When we shall go to town
And we'll eat between the rich men
And we'll drink if we don't go down

Follow the lights
Stay on the outside
The only way in
Is swollen with tears
Don't bring your things
Just let me serve you
Only the fool turns around
And you will fight with demons
When we shall go to town
And you will wear your best shoes
And we'll dance if we don't go down
And we'll dance if we don't go down




Weeping Wall

(David Bowie)

(Instrumental)

(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).

What'd I Say

(???)

(No lyrics)

(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).

What Kind Of Fool Am I?

(Anthony Newley/Leslie Bricusse)

What kind of fool am I, who never fell in love?
It seems that I'm the only one I have been thinking of
What kind of man is this? An empty shell, a lonely cell
In which an empty heart must dwell?
What kind of lips are these that lied with every kiss?
That whispered empty words of love that left me alone like this?
Why can't I fall in love like any other man?
And maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am
What kind of clown am I? What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away the mask of play and live my life?
Why can't I fall in love, till I don't give a damn?
And maybe I'll know what kind of fool I am

(Performed live by David Bowie and The Buzz).

What In The World

(David Bowie)

You're just a little girl with grey eyes
Never mind, say something
Wait until the crowd cries
Oh, wait until the crowd cries
You're just a little girl with grey eyes

So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me
Talking through the gloom
What in the world can you do
What in the world can you do
I'm in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
For your love - oh

I'm just a little bit afraid of you
'Cos love won't make you cry
But, wait until the crowd goes
Oh, wait until the crowd goes
I'm just a little bit afraid of you

So deep in your room, you never leave your room
Something deep inside of me - yearning deep inside of me
Is talking through the gloom
What in the world can I do
What in the world can I do
I'm in the mood for your love
For your love
For your love
For your love

Ohh, what you gonna say?
Ohh, what you gonna do?
Ahh, what you gonna be?
To the real me - to the real me
I'm just a cool
Under the cool, and I'm fighting a wall
What you gonna say to the real me, to the real me
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh (fade.)

(Recorded during the Low sessions at The Chateau, Paris, France and Hansa Studios, Berlin, Germany in 1976-1977).

What's Really Happening?

(Lyrics: David Bowie / Alex Grant. Music: David Bowie / Reeves Gabrels)

VERSE (x2)
  Grown inside a plastic box
  Micro thoughts and safety locks
  Hearts become outdated clocks
  Ticking in your mind

CHORUS
  What's really happening?  What tore us apart?
  What's really happening?

  What's really happening?  What tore us apart?
  What's really happening?

Now it's time to close our eyes
Now it's time to say goodbye
Now it's time to face the lie
That we'd never cry

CHORUS

All the clouds are made of glass
And they're slowly sinking
Falling like the shattered past
Were we built to last?

CHORUS




When I Live My Dream

(David Bowie)

When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse
We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve you
Happy at the sound of your voice

Maybe, I'll slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
We will only love each other as forever
When I live my dream

When I live my dream, I'll forgive the things you've told me
And the empty man you left behind
It's a broken heart that dreams, it's a broken heart you left me
Only love can live in my dream

I'll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish
Wish, and the storm will fade away
Wish again, and you will stand before me while the sky will paint an overture
And trees will play the rhythm of my dream

When I live my dream, please be there to meet me
Let me be the one to understand
When I live my dream, I'll forget the hurt you gave me
Then we can live in our new land

Till the day my dream cascades around me
I'm content to let you pass me by
Till that day, you'll run to many other men
But let them know it's just for now
Tell them that I've got a dream
And tell them you're the starring role
Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy
And I'm going to make my dream
Tell them I will live my dream
Tell them they can laugh at me
But don't forget your date with me
When I live my dream

(German version entitled Mit Mir In Deinem Traum recorded at Trident Studios, Soho, London on 29th January 1969, to be used for an appearance on German television. Part German-English lyrics. Different version also recorded for 'The Looking Glass Murders' production for Scottish TV. Recorded at The Gateway Theatre, Edinburgh, Scotland on 1st February 1970).

When I'm Five

(David Bowie)

When I'm five, I will wash my face and hands all by myself
When I'm five, I will chew and spit tobacco, like my Grandfather Jones
'Cos I'm only four and five is far away

When I'm five, I will read the magazines in Mummy's drawer
When I'm five, I will walk behind the soldiers in the May Day parade
'Cos I'm only four and grown-ups walk too fast

Yesterday was horrid day, 'cos Raymond kicked my shin and
Mummy says if I am good she'll let me go to school in August
Daddy shouted loud at Mummy and I dropped my toast at breakfast
And I laughed when Bonzo licked my face, because it tickled

I wonder why my Daddy cries? and how I wish that I was nearly five

When I'm five, I will catch a butterfly and eat it and I won't be sick
When I'm five, I will walk (jump) in puddles, laugh in church and marry my Mum
And I'll let my Daddy do the washing-up

If I close one eye the people on that side can't see me
I get headaches in the morning and I rode on Freddie's tricycle
And everywhere was funny, when I ran down to the sweet shop
Then I fell and bleeded-up my knee and everybody soppied me

I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if he'd make me five
I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if he'd make me five
When I'm five
When I'm five
When I'm... oah...




When The Wind Blows

(David Bowie)

So long child, I'm on my way
And after all is done, after all is done
Don't be down, it's all in the past
Though you may be afraid

So long child, it's awful dark
And I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows

When the wind blows (x3)

Life burns a savage wound, angry and wrong
Trusting a twisted word, you'll run, run away
You'll take him home
You'll spit and taunt him
But they won't believe you
No matter what you'll say

So long child, it's awful dark
I never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows

When the wind blows (x3)




Where Have All The Good Times Gone

(Ray Davies)

In my life I've never stopped to worry about a thing
Opened up and shouted out and never tried to see
Wondering if I'd done wrong
Will this depression last for long?

CHORUS
  Won't you tell me
  Where have all the good times gone
  Where have all the good times gone
  Where have all the good times gone

Once we had an easy ride and always felt the same
Time was on our side and I had everything to gain
Let it be like yesterday
Please let me have happy days

Ma and Pa looked back on all the things they used to do
Didn't have no money and they always told the truth
Daddy didn't have no toys
And Mummy didn't need no boys

CHORUS

Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But let's face it things are so much easier today
Guess you need some bringing down
And get your feet back on the ground

CHORUS




Where's The Loo?

(David Bowie)

(No lyrics)

(Recorded during the Ernie Johnson sessions, February 1968).

White Light/White Heat

(Lou Reed)

VERSE 1
White light - White light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - White light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - White shapin' them down to my toes
White light - White light's got it now goodness knows

VERSE 2 White light - White light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - White light's surely gonna make me blind
White heat - White shaping way down to my toes
White light - White light could kill me now goodness knows

CHORUS
Oh Oh, White light
Oh Oh, White light
Oh Oh, White heat
Oh Oh, White heat

VERSE 1
VERSE 2
CHORUS (x2)

White light's a-flashing

White light
Still feels right
What's that sound, what's that sound
Don't turn on, be dead or alive
No feeling
Here she comes
Oww, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) here she comes
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)




Who Can I Be Now?

(David Bowie)

Everybody's raised in blindness
Everybody knows it's true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anybody's point of view

Nobody can break their bondage
Everyone can feel their chains
But even in my life I knew you found your sight
And nothing would be quite the same

Please help me
Who can I be now? You found me
Who can I be? Fell apart, you found me
Now can I be now? You found me
Now can I be real?
Can I be real? (somebody real)

Hmmm, if it's all a vast creation
Putting on a face that's new
Someone has to see, a role for him and me
Someone might as well be you

Up in heaven, any angel
Writes a special game to play
Oh-oh, could we, could we make a star to snatch their angels, boy
Played your role for every day

Please help me
Who can I be now? You found me
Who can I be? Fell apart, you found me
Now can I be now? You found me
Now can I be real? Can I be?

Who can I be now? You found me
Who can I be? Fell upon, you found me
Now can I be now? You found me
Now can I, can I be real? Can I be real?
Can I be real? Can I be?
(Who) can I be?
Yeah, yeah
(Now) Yeah, can I be (now)?
You found me
(Now) can I be free?
Can I...




Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On

(Williams/David)

Come on over baby
Whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Yes I said come on over baby
Baby you can't go wrong
We ain't fakin', whole lotta shakin' goin' on

Well I said come on over baby
We got chicken in the barn, oooh huh
Come over baby baby
Baby got the bull by the horn
We ain't fakin' it
Whole lot of shakin' goin' on

Well I said shake it baby shake
I said shake it, baby shake
I said shake it, baby shake it
Said shake, baby shake
Come on over
Whole lot of shakin' goin' on
Ahhhhh, let's go !!!

Well I said come on over baby
We got chicken in the barn
Whose barn what barn my barn
Come on over baby
Baby got the bull by the horn
We ain't fakin' it
Whole lot of shakin' goin' on
Easy now shake
Ahhhh, shake it babe
Yeah you can shake one time for me
Do the hula hussy
Whole lot of shakin' goin' on
Now let's get real low one time now
Shake baby shake
All you gotta do honey is kinda stand in one spot
Wiggle around just a little bit
That's what you gotta do, yeah
Oh babe whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Now let's go one more time

Shake it, baby, shake...
Shake it, baby, shake...
Shake baby, come on baby shake baby shake
Come on over, whole lot of shakin' goin on




Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud

(David Bowie)

Solemn faced
The village settles down
Undetected by the stars
And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
And the last thing on his mind
Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned
'Neath the covered wooden shaft
Folds the rope
Into its bag
Blows his pipe of smoulders
Blankets smoke into the room
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one

Staring through the message in his eyes
Lies a solitary son
From the mountain called Freecloud
Where the Eagle dare not fly
And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication
For the townsmen to decide
So the village dreadful yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog
Oh "It's the madness in his eyes"
As he breaks the night to cry:

   "It's really me
    Really you
    And really me
    It's so hard for us to really be
    Really you
    And really me
    You'll lose me though I'm always really free"

And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realise
Where the snow had saved a place
For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud

And the village dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise
For the smile stayed on the face
Of the wide-eyed boy from Freecloud

And the women once proud
Clutched the heart of the crowd
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand
And the magic in the stare
Of the Wild Eyed Boy said
   "Stop, Freecloud
    They won't think to cut me down"
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell
And the tears on the face
Of the wise boy
Came tumbling down
To the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace/love
Stumbled to cry among the clouds
Kicking back the pebbles
From the Freecloud mountain
Track




Wild Is The Wind

(Dimitri Tiompkin/Ned Washington)

Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind

CHORUS
  You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
  You kiss me
  With your kiss my life begins
  You're spring to me, all things to me
  Don't you know, you're life itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

CHORUS

Like the leaf clings to the tree
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind

Wild is the wind (4 times)




Wilderness

(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).

Win

(David Bowie)

  (Hey, it ain't over)

Me, I hope that I'm crazy
I feel you driving and you're only the wheel
Slow down, let someone love you
Ohh, I've never touched you since I started to feel
If there's nothing to hide me
Then you've never seen me hanging naked and wired
Somebody lied, but I say it's hip
To be alive

CHORUS
  Now your smile is spreading thin
  Seems you're trying not to lose
  Since I'm not supposed to grin
  All you've got to do is win

  (that's all ya gotta do)
  (ooh, it ain't over)

Me, I'm fresh on your pages
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud
Life lies dumb on its heroes
Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud
Someone like you should not be allowed
To start any fires

CHORUS

  (that's all ya gotta do)
  (ohh, it ain't over)

CHORUS

  (that's all ya gotta do, ohh)
All you've got to do is win
  (it ain't over)
When your smile is spreading thin
  (seek and believe in you)
Since you're trying not to lose
  (it ain't over, no, no)
Since I'm not supposed to grin
  (that's all ya gotta do)
All you've got to do is win
  (it ain't over, no)
  (seek and believe in you)
All you've got to do is win
  (it ain't over, no, no)
Wo-ohh, all you've got
Is all you've got
  (it ain't over)
It ain't over




Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate

(Piron)

(No lyrics)

(Performed live on Dick Cavet US TV show in 1974 and Philly Dogs Tour in conjunction with Footstompin').

Wishful Beginnings

(Lyrics: David Bowie. Music: David Bowie/Brian Eno)

Cruising round me the flames burn my body
Wishful beginning
Does this remind them again and again?
You're a sorry little girl
You're a sorry little girl
Please hide, for the pain must feel like snow
You're a sorry little girl
Sorry little girl

Please hide from the kiss and the bite
Shame burns
Breathing in, breathing out
Breathing in, only doubt
The pain must feel like snow
I'm no longer your golden boy
Sorry little girl
I'm sorry little girl

The pain must feel like snow
There you go
Cover me, cover me
We flew of the wings
We were deep in the dead air
And this one will never go down

We had such wishful beginnings
But we lived unbearable lives
I'm sorry little girl
Sorry little girl
So so sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow
There you go
Careful




Within You

(David Bowie)

How you turned my world, you precious thing
You starve and near exhaust me
Everything I've done, I've done for you
I move the stars for no one
You've run so long
You've run so far
Your eyes can be so cruel
Just as I can be so cruel
Though I do believe in you
Yes I do
Live without the sunlight
Love without your heartbeat
I, I can't live within you
I can't live within you
(sigh)
I, I can't live within you




Without You

(David Bowie)

Just when I'm ready to throw in my hand
Just when the best things in life are gone
I look into your eyes

There's no smoke without fire
You're exactly who I want to be with
Without you
What would I do?

And when I'm willing to call it a day
Just when I won't take another chance
I hold your hand
There's no smoke without fire
Woman I love you
Without you
What would I do?




Without You I'm Nothing

(Placebo)

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide
I'll take it by your side
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide
I'll take it by your side
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies
I'll take it by your side
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide
I'll take it by your side

Tick - tock (3 times)
Tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock - tick

I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
You're slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You never see the lonely me at all

I...
Take the plan, spin it sideways
I...
Fall
Without you, I'm nothing
Without you, I'm nothing
Without you, I'm nothing
Take the plan, spin it sideways
Without you, I'm nothing at all

(Also performed live with Placebo at The Irving Plaza, New York City on 29th March 1999).

Wood Jackson

(David Bowie)

Jackson made twenty tapes in a day
To give away
Not give away
And he'd play the tunes that Wood created will be running out of mates
Heavens know he's really torn it
Now but the names of Purple Jackson stopped the haters in his way
Heaven knows he's for it

Shame, hey hey
He was never quite sure but really sane
Wants to play

Jackson stole twenty souls in a day
To take away
A take away
He takes away

And no complaints
Hearts upon his sleeve and his blade
Wood Jackson took the beating every day
Given up, passed away
Come away
Hey hey
Just wants to play

And how he'd play
The mob they bleedin' tremble and they're running after life
Heavens know he's really torn it now
The words that killed Wood Jackson's friends were written on the wall
Heavens knows he's for it
Shame
Just wants to play
It's a shame
Shame
It's a shame
Wants to play
It's a shame
It's a shame
Just wants to play




Word On A Wing

(David Bowie)

In this age of grand movement?, you walked into my life out of my dreams
I don't need another change, still you forced a way into my scheme of things
You say we're growing, growing heart and soul
In this age of grand delusion, you walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again, you're born once again for me
Just because I believe don't mean I don't think as well
Don't have to question everything in heaven nor hell

CHORUS
  Lord I kneel and offer you, my word on a wing
  And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
  It's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
  And I don't stand in my own light
  Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
  My prayer flies like a word on a wing
  Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?

In this age of grand delusion you walked into my life out of my dreams
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Just as long as I can see I'll, never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and you're still glowing
Just as long as I can walk I'll walk beside you, I'm alive in you
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
And I'm ready to shape the scheme of things

Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things (4 times)
Ooh...

Lord I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
It's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Oh Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
Well it's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?




Word On A Wing (1976 Live bonus track)

(David Bowie)

In this age of grand delusion, you walked into my life out of my dreams
I don't need another change, still you forced your way into my scheme of things
You say we're growing, growing heart and soul
In this age of grand delusion, you walked into my life out of my dreams
Oh sweet name, you're born once again for me
Oh sweet name, you're born once again for me
Oh sweet name, I call you again  (you're born once again for me)
Just because I believe don't mean I don't think as well
Don't have to question everything in heaven or hell

CHORUS
  Lord I kneel and offer you, my word on a wing
  And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
  It's safer than a strange land, though I still care for myself
  And I don't stand in my own light
  Lord, ohh Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
  My prayer flies like a word on a wing
  Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?

In this age of grand delusion you walked into my life out of my dream
Oh sweet name, you're born once again for me
Yea' sweet name, you're born once again for me
Just as long as I can see I'll never stop this vision flowing
I look twice and you're still glowing
Just as long as I can walk I'll walk beside you, I'm alive in you
Oh sweet name, you're born once  (you're born once again)
An' I'm ready to shape the scheme of things, oh I'm ready

Ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh I'm ready, I'm ready, ready
Ohhh I'm ready to shape the scheme of things
Oo I'm ready, ready, ready
Ohhhhh....

Lord I kneel and offer you, my word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
It's safer than a strange land, though I still care for myself
And I don't stand, in my own light
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord I offer you, my word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things
It's safer than a strange land, though I still care for myself
And I don't stand in my own light
Oh Lord, oh Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?
Ooooo-ooo-oooo

(Live from Nassau Veterans' Memorial Coliseum, Uniondale, USA, 23rd March 1976).

Working Class Hero

(John Lennon)

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me




Yassassin

(David Bowie)

CHORUS
  Yassassin - I'm not a moody guy
  Yassassin - I walk without a sound
  Yassassin - Just a working man, no judge of men
  Yassassin - But such a life I've never known

We came from the farmlands
To live in this city
We walked proud and lustful
In this resonant world
You want to fight
But I don't want to leave
Or drift away

CHORUS

Look at this - no second glances
Look at this - no value of love
Look at this - just sun and steel
Look at this - then look at us

If there's someone in charge
Then listen to me
Don't say nothing's wrong
'Cos I've got a love
And she's afeared
You want to fight
But I don't want to leave
Or drift away

CHORUS

Yassassin, Yassassin, Yassassin

(Recorded during the Lodger sessions at Mountain Studios, Montreux, Switzerland in 1979).

You Belong In Rock 'N Roll

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Just the twinkling lights of heaven
Two reflections on the sparkling water
Hand in hand in love with love uh-huh

I love the cheap things that you say-a-say

You belong in rock 'n roll
You belong in rock 'n roll
You belong in rock 'n roll
Well so do I
I love how she moves me
It makes me feel alright, alright, alright, alright

I'm a hurt, I'm a hurt, I'm a hurting
I'm a man with a beat in my pocket
I'm going down to the rhythm of love

I love a bad look that you bring-r-ing

You belong in rock 'n roll
You belong in rock 'n roll
You belong in rock 'n roll

Well so do I
Alone on a mean street
It makes me feel on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire...

On fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire

I love the cheap street in your walk, uh-huh
You belong in rock 'n roll
You belong in rock 'n roll
Well so do I
I love how she moves me
It makes me feel alright, alright, alright, alright, alright...

Oh-oh!




You Better Tell Her

(???)

(No lyrics)

(Performed live by David Bowie and The Buzz).

You Can't Sit Down

(The Dovells)

Hey pretty baby! (you can't sit down)
A don't you hear the drummer thumpin' (you can't sit down)
You gotta shake it like a crazy (you can't sit down)
Because the band is sayin' something (you can't sit down)
And everybody is a jumpin'(you can't sit down)
You gotta slop, bop, flip flop, hip hop
Never stop
(You can't sit down, you can't sit down)

You gotta move, move, move, a round and round (1)
(You can't sit down, you can't sit down)
You gotta fly, fly, fly, way off the ground
You're puttin' down, a crazy, shout
No, no, you can't sit down, no, no, you can't sit down

When you're on South Street (you can't sit down)
And the band is really bootin' (you can't sit down)
You hear the hip beat with the back beat (you can't sit down)
And you see the gang a groovin' (you can't sit down)
You gotta get your bottom movin' (you can't sit down)
You gotta make it, break it, shake it all around
You can't sit down, you can't sit down

Repeat (2) Get in there honey!

You can't sit down, you can't sit down, you can't sit down
You can't sit down, you can't sit down, you can't sit down
You can't sit down, you can't sit down, you movin' em down
A crazy shout, you can't sit down

A, yea, yea, yea, hey pretty baby
You know you really dance so fine now
You're really shakin' like a crazy
A don't you down lead the line now
We're gonna do it one more time now
You got to make it, break it, shake it, all around
(You can't sit down, you can't sit down)

Repeat (3)

(You can't sit down, you can't sit down)
You gotta move, move, move, a round and round
(You can't sit down, you can't sit down)
You gotta fly, fly, fly, way off the ground

(fades)

(Performed live by Davy Jones and The Manish Boys).

You Can't Talk

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Tony Sales/Hunt Sales)

Beauty shrieks "beast in booties"
Coming home so lay the table
Look at you calling shots
Call you over under out

I was under, backwards, forwards
Holding hands in the dark
Kissing some, kissing cousins
Kissing this in cover
Kissing cousins, kissing that

Over under out
Over under out
Over under out

CHORUS
  You can't talk
  You can't see me drowning
  You can't talk
  I don't see you swimming
  You can't talk
  You want go your way
  You can't talk
  I know you don't love me

Look at this heart's a poppin'
Guess it's over
Crazy action mine's a breakin'
Guess it's over
(Here we go)

CHORUS

Oh-oh-oh

Beauty shrieks "beast in booties"
Coming home so lay the table
Look at you calling shots
Call you over under out
I was under, backwards, forwards
Holding hands in the dark
Kissing some, kissing cousins
Kissing this

CHORUS (twice)

You can't talk (twice)
I know you don't love me (repeat ad inf.)




You Got To Have A Job (If You Don't Work, You Don't Eat) / Hot Pants

(James Brown/Jeff Watkins)

They say you got to get a job
To put meat on the table
You got to get a job
To keep your family able

They say you got to get a job
To put shoes on your feet
You got to get a job
To make your life complete

You don't work, you can't eat
You don't work, you can't eat
You don't work, you can't eat
You don't work, you can't eat

(Performed live by David Bowie and The Spiders at the Kingston Polytechnic on 6th May 1972. A James Brown Medley of two songs 'You Got To Have A Job (If You Don't Work, You Don't Eat)' and 'Hot Pants', incorrectly named as 'Gotta Get A Job' on the 'Live at Kingston Polytechnic' Volume 2 bootleg).

You've Been Around

(David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Where's the pain in the violent night?
I'm depressed by the grin
I stay over many years
I should have thought of that
For the love of the money
Like a black-hearted violin
It's the nature of being

It's too many lonely nights
I can't tell bad from wrong
I can't pass you by
Two exchanging
You've been around
But you've changed me

Where the flesh meets the spirit world
Where the traffic is thin
I slip from a vacant view
I should have thought of that
And the sound of tomorrow
Like a black-hearted vile thing
Like the silence of tension

It's too many lonely nights
I can't tell good from bad
I can't pass you by
Too exchanging
You've been around
But you've changed me

You've been around
Can't pass you by
You've been around
But you've changed me

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-change!

Too exchanging

You've been around
But you've changed me
You've been around
Can't pass you by




You've Got A Habit Of Leaving

(David Bowie)

You've got a habit of leaving me
And you've got a habit of deserting me

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I'm so sad
Sometimes I'm so glad, so glad

You could go on if you wanted to, wanted to, wanted to
Wanted to
Oh
If you wanted to, yeah
Oh huh

You've got a habit of leaving me
And you've got a habit of deserting me

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I'm so sad
Sometimes I'm so glad, so glad

You could go on if you wanted to, wanted, wanted to
Wanted to, ooh yeah, yeah
Oh, if you wanted to
If you wanted to, yeah, yeah
Wanted to




Young Americans

(David Bowie)

They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

CHORUS
  All night
  She wants the young American
  Young American, young American, she wants the young American
  All right
  She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

CHORUS

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more have?"

CHORUS
  All night
  He wants the young American
  Young American, young American, he wants the young American
  All right
  He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
Or even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the Afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have

CHORUS
  All night
  You want the young American
  Young American, young American, you want the young American
  All right
  You want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake
  (I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've struck our faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

CHORUS (I)  (repeat 3 times ad lib)
  All night
  I want the young American
  Young American, young American, I want the young American
  All right
  I want the young American




Young Americans Medley

(David Bowie) (Song Sung Blue - Neil Diamond. One - Three Dog Night. Da Doo Run Run - Phil Specter / Greenwich / Barry. Wedding Bell Blues - Byro. Maybe - The Chantels. Maybe Baby - Buddy Holly / Petty. Day Tripper - John Lennon / Paul McCartney. Blue Moon - Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart. Only You - Buck Ram / Ande Rand. Temptation - Freed / Broan. Ain't No Sunshine - Bill Withers. Young Blood - Jerry Leiber / Mike Stoller / Doc Pomus).

They pulled in just behind the fridge
He lays her down, she frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
Kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
Took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd of taken anything, but

CHORUS
  All night
  She wants the young American
  Young American, young American, she wants the young young American
  It's all right
  She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture windows
Finds a slinky vagabond
He coughs, passes a Ford Mustang
Heaven knows she'd take anything
But the freak and his type all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand
Showing nothing, he swoops like a

Song song blue, everybody knows one
Song song blue, everybody knows one
It's the loneliest number that you'll ever do  (ever do)
This is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

Do run run run, they do run run
Met him on a Monday and my heart stood still
Do run run run, they do run run
Somebody told me that his name was Bill

I love you so, I always will
And I look at look and see the ?

I love
Hey baby if I pray every night
You'll come back to me
And
Baby, I'll be true
Baby baby, I'll help you
Baby baby, I'll help you

So day tripper
One way ticket yeah
It took me so long
To find out, I found out

Dang dang, blue, for the
You saw me standing alone
Without a love of my own
Without a dream of my

Only you
Can make this world seem right
Only you
Can make this darkness bright
Only you came
I walk alone
You betta carumbus??
I could've known

  (I know, I know, I know, I know, I know)

Gotta really leave the young thing alone
Ain't no darkness when she gone
Darkness
  (Ain't no sunshine when he's gone)
Darkness every day  (only darkness every day)
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
And this house alone??
Anytime she goes away
Well I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

I saw her standing her on the corner
She had a ribbon in her hair, ooh
I couldn't stop myself from crying

Yeah
Look-a left
Get 'em once

Oo look-a there
Ahh ahh ahh
Young blood, young blood
Young blood, young blood
I can't get you outta my mind
Young blood, (ohhh) young blood, young blood
I can't get you outta my mind

  (Young americans, young Americans, young Americans)

Ain't there one song that can make me
(Spoken) "Happy?"
Break down and cry
(Spoken) "Have fun"

All night I want, you want
I want, you want,
hey hey, ohh ohh ohh
Wants the young American
Ooo

(Medley duet performed with Cher on The Cher Show in 1975, along with Can You Hear Me).

Zeroes

(David Bowie)

Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

You've arrived in the land of a thousand different names
And the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames
Now tomorrow's back claiming redemption is on your heels
And a toothless past is asking you how it feels
And me my little red Corvette has driven by
My fair weather heart has fallen in
My rainy day girl is feeling down
And she tells me that the world is spinning round
I say the dream was all for you
You're nobody else
Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you

Yeah

Hi, can I walk you home again today?
Gotta get forgive and forget hey-hey
Something good is happening I don't know what it is
Don't you know we're back on trial again today
And it's breaking wine for you
Hell it's only 'cos you're true
Someone out-timed my heart
Stopping and preaching and letting love in
You are my moon, you are my sun
Heaven knows what you are
Tonight the Zeroes are singing for you
Yes they were
Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you
Tonight the Zeroes were singing for you

Doesn't matter what you try to do
Doesn't matter what you try to do
Doesn't matter where you try to go
Doesn't matter who we really are

Doesn't matter (repeat ad lib)
  Doesn't matter, doesn't matter




Ziggy Stardust

(David Bowie)

Oh
Ahh yeah, ahh

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders from Mars
He played it left hand but made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screw down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
Became on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan

So where were the Spiders while the fly tried to break our balls?
Just the beer light to guide us
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass, he was the Nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr




Zion

(David Bowie)

(Incorrectly referred to as A Lad In Vein)

(Instrumental)

Shrine to David Bowie