Bars of The County Jail David Bowie

La la la la la la la la Gather you all and listen here I'll tell you a tale if you lend me an ear I rode a horse through many a town But the devil rode me down to the ground I was to marry a very

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

Candidate David Bowie

you and your friend Someone scrawled on the walls "I smell the blood of La Tre Katers" Rolled up scandal, and other bars Having so much fun with the poisonous people, spreading rumors and lies and

County Jail Project Pat

[Chorus] I don't wanna go to county jail no more more more Its a big fat policeman at my door door door He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar I don't wanna go t county jail no more more more

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

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

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

Lady Grinning Soul (2013 Remastered Ver.) David Bowie

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

The Cygnet Committee David Bowie

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

Pretty Pink Rose David Bowie

poor man's gold, she's the anarchist crucible Flying in the face of the despot cannibal Pretty pink rose Never let it rain, never rain On the heart of the pretty pink rose Pretty pink rose And

I'm Afraid Of Americans David Bowie

afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid

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

The Secret Life of Arabia 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

Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud David Bowie

wooden shaft Folds the rope Into its bag Blows his pipe of smolders Blankets smoke into the room And the day will end for some As the night begins for one Staring through the message in his eyes

Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud (Sounds of the 70s - Andy Ferris) [Recorded 25.3.70) [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

wooden shaft Folds the rope into its bag Blows his pipe of smolders, blankets smoke into the room And the day will end for some as the night begins for one Staring through the message in his eyes, lies

Memory Of A Free Festival David Bowie

The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass, We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our Hands. It was God's land. It was rugged and naive.

Memory of a Free Festival (The Sunday Show - Recorded 5.2.70) [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass, We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our Hands. It was God's land. It was rugged and naive. It was Heaven.

Occasional Dream, An David Bowie

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

Threepenny Pierrot David Bowie

with lots to say Stepping footprints on your mind Offering thoughts of Columbine Bang the drum and blow the bugle call.

The Next Day David Bowie

Look into my eyes he tells her I'm gonna say goodbye he says yeah Do not cry she begs of him goodbye yeah All that day she thinks of his love yeah They whip him through the streets and alleys

The King of Stamford Hill David Bowie

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

The Informer David Bowie

I took the call I packed the bag I ride the train to the pick up point I'll be telling myself There was no other way That you brought it on yourself Now my heart's aflame At the end of your life It's

Joe The Lion David Bowie

Joe the lion Went to the bar A couple of drinks on the house an' he said "Tell you who you are if you nail me to my car" Boy Thanks for hesitating This is the kiss off Boy Thanks for hesitating