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Don't live for last year's capers Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulsars unreal He'll build a glass asylum With just a hint of mayhem He'll build a better whirlpool We'll be living from sin, then we can really begin Please savior, saviour, show us Hear me, I'm graphically yours CHORUS Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo Someone to fool us, someone like you We want you Big Brother, Big Brother I know you think you're awful square But you made everyone and you've been everywhere Lord, I'd take an overdose if you knew what's going down CHORUS (3 times)We want you Big Brother (David Bowie)Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on Black Country Rock You never know you might find it here on Black Country Rock Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on Black Country Rock You never know you might find it here Black Country Rock Some say the view is crazy But you may adopt another point of view So if it's much too hazy You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu Hey! Whoo...(David Bowie)Oh come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr.Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on Black Country Rock You never know you might find it here on Black Country Rock Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on Black Country Rock Never know you might find it here on Black Country Rock Some say the view is crazy But you may adopt another point of view So if it's much too hazy You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu Some say the view is crazy But you may adopt another point of view So if it's much too hazy You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu Ahhh (David Bowie)Getting my facts from a Benetton ad I'm lookin' thru' African eyes Lit by the glare of an L. fire I've got a face, not just my race, bang bang I've got you babe Sun comes up and the man goes down And the woman comes again Just an hour or so to be safe from fear Then we jump thru' hoops, we're divisible now, just disappear We reach out over race and hold each other's hands Then die in the flames singing "we shall overcome"Whoa! There'll be some blood no doubt about it But we'll come thru' don't doubt it I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me You won't kill me You won't kill me But I look into your eyes And I wonder sometimes Oh Lord, just let him see me Lord, Lord just let him hear me Let him call me brother Let him put his arms around me Let him put his hands together Reach over race and hold each other's hands Walk thru' the night thinking we are the world Woa! There'll be some blood no doubt about it But we'll come thru' don't doubt it I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me You won't kill me You won't kill me But I wonder why Yes, and I wonder why sometimes They'll show us how to break the rules But never how to make the rules Reduce us down to witless punks Fascist cries both black and white, who's got the blood, who's got the gun Putting on the black tie, crankin' out the white noise(Just a fool! Sniff and Tell It belongs to the candyman Don't whore your little body The worms of paradise Like Everest it's fatal Its peaks are cold as ice They're riding on the subway They're riding on the street They'll ride you down to the gutter They'll ride you off your feet CHORUS Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City Yeah an' piss on the icon monster Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down to their level With their addictions and their fast lanes Corrupt with shaky visions And crack and coke and alcohol They're just a bunch of assholes With buttholes for their brains You can't keep on riding The pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter Then they'll ride you down to hell CHORUSAnd you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now May all your vilest nightmares Consume your shrunken head May the ho-ho-hounds of paranoia Dance upon your stinking bed Don't look at me you fuckhead This nation's turning blue Its stink it fouls the highways Its filth it sticks like glue CHORUSThey'll bury you in velvet And place you underground The hatred of yourself And the sufferings that conspire To take your little body and throw it to the fools Only your mind can take you out of this Only your mind or death I'm riding on the subway The subway down to hell I've finished with this journey Though I seem to know it well CHORUS (x3) (David Bowie)I've come on a few years from my Hollywood Highs The best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff on my legend, the films that I made Forget that I'm fifty 'cos you just got paid CHORUS Crack baby crack, show me you're real Smack baby smack, is that all that you feel?

)While the streets block off Getting some skin exposure to the blackout (get some protection)Get me on my feet (get some direction, wo-ooh! Recorded at Gooseberry Sound Studos, 19 Gerrard Street, London W1. Also on the tape were three versions of Shadow Man (complete, vocal only and full vocal with half backing track) and The Invader. (David Bowie)I bless you madly, sadly as I tie my shoes I love you badly, just in time, at times, I guess Because of you I need to rest Because it's you that sets the test So much has gone and little is new And as the sparrow sings Dawn chorus for Someone else to hear The Thinker sits alone growing older And so bitter "I gave Them life I gave Them all They drained my very soul...

When you're a boy They'll never clone ya You're always first on the line When you're a boy When you're a boy You can buy a home of your own When you're a boy Learn to drive and everything You'll get your share When you're a boy Boys Boys Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out(David Bowie/Dennis James Davis/George W. "sh-sh-shhh"She says Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl (David Bowie)While walking on Red Rooster's lawn A char-faced man I'd spy He blew into his handkerchief And stuttered as he sighed I wish I'd play the doo-dah horn The doo-dah horn is fine I'd sell my house and ferny coach To make this daydream mine Doo-dah doo, doo-dah (etc)Whilst flying through an azure cloud A crystal girl I'd spy She kissed the blue bird's honey tongue And stuttered as she sighed I wish to sing the Ching-A-Ling song Ching-A-Ling song is fine I'd give my jewels and caviar To make this daydream mine(Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling) (etc)While stepping through a heaven's eye Two lover souls we spied They wished the cloud boys sang to me A cheerful happy cry We love to play our love-strong hearts No better do we know No gifts of money do we give For love is all we own)Na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na(Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling, Ching-A-Ling) (etc) (David Bowie)Columbine, my prayer design I see you see me standing on my own Is it you that I'm walking through? Scared to death and tell me why I'm sick and tired of telling you Don't let me down and down and down Don't let me down and down and down Still I keep my love for you You made a date with destiny You jog-jog in my memory You haunt in mind not fade away I'm sick and tired of telling you Don't let me down and down and down Don't let me down and down and down I'm sick and tired of telling you Still I keep my love for you No place to hide, no way to fall Nowhere to lie no world so wide I'm sick and tired of telling you Don't let me down and down and down Don't let me down and down and down (Iggy Pop/James Williamson)Don't look down They're making sorta crazy sounds Don't look down, no Don't know who else came to kneel On this empty battlefield But when I hear that crazy sound, I don't look down From Central Park to Shanty Town I always hear that crazy sound From New York to Shanty Town There's always something else Don't look down, no I went this morning to the cemetery To see old Rudy Valentino buried Lipstick traces on his name He never looked down'Cos they were making crazy sounds From Central Park to Shanty Town He always heard that crazy sound There's always something else Don't look down, no When I see you standing there I can't see the clothes you wear I just hear that crazy sound And I can't look down From Central Park to Shanty Town I've always heard that crazy sound From New York to Shanty Town There's always something else Don't look down, no Don't look down Don't look, don't look down No I won't be bored I won't be there Look at life it's no piece of cake When I hear that crazy sound I don't look down From Central Park to Shanty Town I always hear that crazy sound From New York to Shanty Town There's always something else Don't look down Don't look down, no Well, don't look, don't look down (David Bowie/Iggy Pop)(Partial lyrics)You go out at night from your sixty dollar single down in West Hollywood With your ripped off clothes that are bulging at the seams I can't believe that you don't know you look ugly I mean, are you really all that dumb? (whispered) Sing Fame (David Bowie/John Lennon/Carlos Alomar)Fame, makes a man take things over Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame, puts you there where things are hollow Fame Fame, not your brain, it's just the flame That burns yourself to keep you insane Fame Fame-f-fame Fame, what you like is in the limo Fame, what you get is no tomorrow Fame, what you need you have to borrow Fame Fame, "Nien! " is just his line To find yourself in Liverpool, crime Fame(What's your name?



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