Sons of The Silent Age David Bowie

Sons of the silent age Stand on platforms blank looks and note books Sit in back rows of city limits Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms Sons of the silent age Pace their rooms like a cell's

Quicksand David Bowie

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's secret realm Of dream reality I'm frightened by the total goal I'm drawing

Quicksand (2015 Remastered Ver.) David Bowie

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's secret realm Of dream reality I'm frightened by the total goal I'm drawing

The Cygnet Committee David Bowie

Because of you I need to rest, Because it's you that sets the test.

Cygnet Committee David Bowie

God and God is just a word "We had a friend, a talking man Who spoke of many powers he had Not of the best of men, but Ours We used him We let him use his powers We let him fill Our needs

Cygnet Committee (The Sunday Show - Recorded 5.2.70) [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

god is just a word "we had a friend, a talking man Who spoke of many powers he had Not of the best of men, but ours We used him We let him use his powers We let him fill our needs Now we are strong And

1984/Dodo (2003 Digital Remaster) David Bowie

Someday they won't let you but now you must agree The times they are a telling and the changing isn't free. You've read it in the tealeaves the tracks are on T.V.

Word On A Wing 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 AWAY INTO MY SCHEME OF THINGS YOU SAY WE'RE GROWING, GROWING HEART AND SOUL

Ramona A. Stone David Bowie

Stone I started with no enemies of my own I was an artiste In a tunnel But I've been having a mid-life crisis And I've been dreaming of sleep And ape men with metal parts I've spat upon deeply felt

A Foggy Day In London Town David Bowie

I was a stranger in the city Out of town were the people I knew I had that feeling of self-pity What to do? What to do? What to do?

Little Bombardier David Bowie

War made him a soldier Little Frankie Mear Peace left him a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house

Dancing Out In Space David Bowie

Cutting through the water Hands upon the ghost To the city of solid iron To the kingdom of the ghost Send your friend away now Let him sail back home tonight Something like religion Dancing face to face

Panic In Detroit David Bowie

Such a humble man The only survivor Of the national people's gang. Panic in Detroit. I asked for an autograph He wanted to stay home. I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit.

Panic in Detroit (2013 Remastered Ver.) David Bowie

He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man The only survivor of the National People's Gang Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph He

Man In The Middle David Bowie

Like an inventor He is a symbol of a new age He glides above the realms Of you and me He flows through your life And makes you feel quite small You may sit up in your chair He doesn't care at

Zeroes David Bowie

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah You've arrived in the land of a thousand different names Where the fabulous sons have crashed their planes in flames Now tomorrow is back claiming redemption is on your

Remembering Marie A. David Bowie

It was a day in that blue month September Silent beneath the plum trees' slender shade I held her there My love, so pale and silent As if she were a dream that must not fade Above us in the shining

I Have Not Been To Oxford Town David Bowie

Baby Grace is the victim She was 14 years of age And the wheels are turning, turning For the finger points at me All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been

Never Get Old David Bowie

Better take care Think I better go, better get a room Better take care of me Again and again I think about this and I think about personal history Better take care I breathe so deep when the movie

Candidate (Demo) David Bowie

moon Well, I ain't gonna suck no radar wing, because this tin is tin Would you like techno-plate, 'cause I'm your candidate It's a matter of life, and the way you walk, you got a Brill Cream queen

I Would Be Your Slave David Bowie

Walking in the snowy stream Let me understand Drifting down a silent path Stumbling over land Open up your heart to me Show me who you are And I would be your slave Ohhh Do you sleep in quietude

You Feel So Lonely You Could Die David Bowie

No one ever saw you moving through the dark Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park Hidden from your friends stealing all they knew Love is thrown in airless rooms then vile rewards for you And I'm

Five Years David Bowie

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet, then

Ricochet David Bowie

be forgotten And who can bear to be forgotten March of flowers march of dimes These are the prisons these are the crimes Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep Dreaming of tramlines

Queen Of All The Tarts David Bowie

Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of Queen of Queen of

Queen Of All The Tarts (Overture) David Bowie

Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of Queen of Queen of

Sex And The Church David Bowie

Though the idea of convulsion is said to be The union of Christ and his bride The Christian It's all very puzzling Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church...

The Motel David Bowie

For we're living in a 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 recognizes The death of the

Port of Amsterdam (The Sunday Show) [Recorded 5.2.70] [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps to the old willow

Amsterdam David Bowie

In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old Willow

Days David Bowie

Well, I need one now All the days of my life All the days of my life All the days I owe you All I've done I've done for me All you gave You gave for free I gave nothing in return And there's

Boss Of Me David Bowie

be the boss of me We fly through the night The tears on your lips Life has your mind and soul It spins on your hips Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed Who'd have ever thought of it

Speed Of Life David Bowie

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

Volare (Nel Blu Dipinito Di Blu) David Bowie

To Fly (In the blue painted blue) In the blue painted blue, happy of being up there In the blue painted blue, happy of being up there I think a dream like that will never return I painted the hands

The Dreamers David Bowie

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 (shallow man) and

Law (Earthlings On Fire) David Bowie

the midday sun With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground

Future Legend David Bowie

And in the death, as the last few corpses lay rotting in the slimy thoroughfare, the shutters lifted an inch in Temperance Building high on Poacher's Hill.

In The Heat of The Morning David Bowie

little soldier catching butterflies No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In

Buddha of Suburbia David Bowie

Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies Screaming along in South London Vicious but ready to

Moon Of Alabama David Bowie

Oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh don't ask why No don't ask why For we must find the next whiskey bar Or if we don't find the next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we

Lady Grinning Soul David Bowie

She'll lay belief on you Skin sweet with musky oil The lady from another grinning soul Cologne she'll wear.

If You Can See Me David Bowie

If you can see me I can see you I could wear your new blue shoes I should wear your old red dress And walk to the crossroads So take this knife And meet me across the river Just shoots and ladders and

Sense Of Doubt David Bowie

Someday they won't let you, so now you must agree The times they are a-telling, and the changing isn't free You've read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV Beware the savage jaw Of 1984 They'll

An Occasional Dream David Bowie

I recall how we lived On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness in our lives And tomorrows of rich surprise...

★ David Bowie

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all Your eyes On the day of execution, on the day of execution Only women

Planet of Dreams David Bowie

Nothing on smoke today Nothing dies on the wing Wing's been losing time And then I keep all the pain Pain that comes and goes It goes against all you see You see I got Gable's eyes And Eisenhower

African Night Flight David Bowie

African nightmare one-time Mormon More men fall in Hullabaloo men I slide to the nearest bar Undermine chairman I went too far Bent on a windfall rent a sony Wonder how the dollar went down Gotta

I'M Afraid Of Americans (Nin V.1 Mix) David Bowie

Johnny's in America, low-tech's at the wheel No-one needs anyone, they don't even just pretend Johnny's in America I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid

Maid of Bond Street David Bowie

This girl is made of lipstick Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth

We Are The Dead David Bowie

Be elusive, but don't walk far For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For your dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy You're just an ally of the leecher Procreator for