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Love Song lyrics - David Bowie (with John 'Hutch' Hutchinson)

(originally by Lesley Duncan)

The words I have to say

May well be simple but they're true

Until you give your love

There's nothing more that we can do

Love is the opening door

Love is what we came here for

No-one can offer you more

You know what I mean

Have your eyes really seen?

You say you find it hard

To lead the life that we once knew

But there's no other way

So now it's really up to you

Love is the key we must turn

Truth is the flame we must learn

Freedom the lesson we must learn

Do you know what I mean?

Have your eyes really seen?

Love is the key we must turn

Truth is the flame we must burn

Freedom the lesson we must learn

Do you know what I mean?

Have your eyes really seen?

You say you find it hard

To lead the life that we once knew

But there's no other way

So now it's really up to you

Love is the key we must turn

Truth is the flame we must learn

Freedom the lesson we must learn

Do you know what I mean?

Have your eyes really seen?

Love is the key we must turn

Truth is the flame we must burn

Freedom the lesson we must learn

Do you know what I mean?

Have your eyes really seen?

Lover To The Dawn lyrics - David Bowie

And as the sparrow sings

Dawn chorus for

Someone else to hear

The thinker sits alone, growing older

And so bitter

She gave them life

She gave them all

They drained her very soul dry

Dry, dry

Hey hey hey, bitter girl

We're out to sitting here digging you

We flew done here just to figure you

It's easy

Don't be so bitter

Oh oh oh, crazy girl

You gave too much and you got nothing

Too many problems and not one thing

In return

Left high and dry, oh

And as the sun rise stream

Flickers on

She finds lavender

To hide the beckoning of hatred

Oh, what rise, baby skin

Throws back her head to scream her sides

The woodland shades its eyes

To such a strange event

Hey hey hey, bitter girl

We're not just sitting here digging you

We flew done here just to figure you

It's tragic

You seem to lose

Oh oh oh, crazy girl

Don't throw your heart to the prowling moon

Don't wait too long for the prowling moon

Why do you stay here for so long

Here comes the David in your eyes

To the sun, to the sun

Here comes the David in your eyes

To the sun, to the sun

Here comes the David in your eyes

To the sun, to the sun

Mother lyrics - David Bowie

(originally by John Lennon)

Mother, you had me but I never had you

Oh, I, I wanted you but you didn't want me

So I, I just gotta tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Father, you left me but I never left you

Oh, I needed you, you didn't need me

So, I, I, I just gotta tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

Children, please don't do what I have done, oh, no

Oh, I, I couldn't walk but I tried to run, oh, oh

So I, I, I gotta tell you

Goodbye, goodbye

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

Mama, no, don't go

Daddy, daddy, daddy, come home

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

No, no, no (Mama, don't go)

Daddy, come home

Mama, don't go

Daddy, come home

My Death lyrics - David Bowie

(Live 1973 Version)

(originally by Jacques Brel)

My death waits like an old roué

So confident I'll go his way

Whistle to him and the passing time

My death waits like a bible truth

At the funeral of my youth

Oh, we bowed for that and the passing time

My death waits like a witch at night

As surely as our love is bright

Let's not think about the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door

There is nothing much to do

Angel or devil, I don't care

For, in front of that door

There is you

My death waits like a beggar blind

Who sees the world through an unlit mind

Throw him a dime for the passing time

My death waits there between your thighs

Your cool fingers will close my eyes

Let's think of that and the passing time

My death waits to allow my friends

A few good times before it ends

So let's drink to that and the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door

There is nothing much to do

Angel or devil, I don't care

For, in front of that door

There is you

My death waits there, among the leaves

In magician's mysterious sleeves

Rabbits and dogs and the passing time

My death waits there among the flowers

Where the blackest shadow, the blackest shadow cowers

Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

My death waits there, in a double bed

Sails of oblivion at my head

So pull up the sheets against the passing time

But whatever lies behind the door

There is nothing much to do

Angel or devil, I don't care

For, in front of that door there is

Thank you

Nuts lyrics - David Bowie

What would you rather do?

What would you rather be doing?

What?

What would you rather be doing?

What?

In time

In time

Please enter your password

Nuts

Nuts

What would you rather be doing?

What?

Nuts

In time

In time

In time

In time

What would you rather be doing?

What?

Nuts

What would you rather be doing?

What?

What would you rather be doing?

What?

What would you rather be doing?

Goodbye

Port Of Amsterdam lyrics - 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 tree

In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies

Full of beer, full of cries

In a drunken town fight

In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who's born

On a hot muggy morn

By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam

Where the sailors all meet

There's a sailor who eats

Only fish heads and tails

And he'll show you his teeth

That have rotted too soon

That can haul up the sails

That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook

With his arms open wide

"Hey, bring me more fish

Throw it down by my side"

And he wants so to belch

But he's too full to try

So he stands up and laughs

And he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam

You can see sailors dance

Paunches bursting their pants

Grinding women to porch

They've forgotten the tune

That their whiskey voice croaked

Splitting the night

With the roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance

And they laugh and they lust

Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts

And then out of the night

With their pride in their pants

And the sluts that they tow

Underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who drinks

And he drinks and he drinks

And he drinks once again

He'll drink to the health

Of the whores of Amsterdam

Who've given their bodies

To a thousand other men

Yeah, they've bargained their virtue

Their goodness all gone

For a few dirty coins

Well he just can't go on

Throws his nose to the sky

And he aims it up above

And he pisses like I cry

On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam

Rebel Never Gets Old lyrics - David Bowie

3, 2, 1

Never ever gonna get old

So I'm never ever gonna get high

Never ever gonna get old

So I'm never ever gonna get high

And there's never gonna be enough money

There's never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There's never gonna be enough sex

I'm never ever gonna get old

So I'm never ever gonna get high

I'm never ever gonna get old

So I'm never ever gonna get high

Never gonna be enough money

There's never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There's never gonna be enough sex

3, 2, 1

And I'm running down the street of life

And I'm never gonna let you die

And I'm never ever gonna get old

And I'm never ever gonna get

And I'm never ever gonna get old

So I'm never ever gonna get high

I'm never ever gonna get old

So I'm never ever gonna get high

Never gonna be enough money

There's never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There's never gonna be enough sex

3, 2, 1

Got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

3, 2, 1

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

Never gonna be enough money

There's never gonna be enough drugs

Never gonna be enough bullets

There's never gonna be enough sex

I'm never ever gonna get old

Right On Mother lyrics - David Bowie

Right on, Mother

You've really blown my mind

I never thought we'd hit it off until today

Right on, Mother

You know the way I feel

Now you know I'm living with my girl and it's real

I never thought you'd dig it

So sure you'd hit the roof

And now you're telling me you understand

That I'm a man

Ba ba-ba ba ba

Ba ba-ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Right on, Mother

You know the way I feel

Now you know I'm living with my girl and it's real

Never thought you'd dig it

So sure you'd hit the roof

And now you're telling me you understand

That I'm a man

Ba ba-ba ba ba

Ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba ba ba

Goodnight, Siobhán

I'll see you in the morning

Me and Moira got a good thing on

'Cause she thinks it's grand

That I'm a man

Ba ba-ba ba ba

Ba ba-ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

Right on, Mother

You know the way I feel

Now you know I'm living with my girl and it's real

Ba ba ba-ba

Ba ba-ba ba ba

Ba ba-ba-ba ba ba ba ba ba

Rupert The Riley lyrics - David Bowie

Who'll ride in my Rupert the Riley?

Ride on for mile after miley

I'm the greatest driver, sit by my side

I'll drive you so wild, if you sit by my side

See how far we travel take hold the wheel

I'll drive you to hell

If you take hold the wheel

Wo-wo-wo-woo, yea-yea-yea-yeah

Toot beep-beep, beep beep

Toot beep-beep, beep beep

Who'll ride in my Rupert the Riley?

Ride on for mile after miley

I guess I've got [?] Riley of mine

She's shaky on her legs, that Riley of mine

I'm the greatest driver, sit by my side

I'll drive you so wild, if you sit by my side

Wo-wo-wo-woo, yea-yea-yea-yeah

Toot beep-beep, beep beep

Toot beep-beep, beep beep

Who'll ride in my Rupert the Riley?

Ride on for mile after miley

Who'll ride in my Rupert the Riley?

Ride on for mile after miley

Who'll ride in my Rupert the Riley?

Ride on for mile after miley

Who'll ride in my Rupert the Riley?

Ride on for mile after miley

The Gospel According To Tony Day lyrics - David Bowie

The gospel according to Tony Day

The gospel according to Tony Day

The gospel according to Tony Day

If I find a girl he'll take her away

Rotten Tony!

The gospel according to Brendan O'Lear

The gospel according to Brendan O'Lear

The gospel according to Brendan O'Lear

If I buy him a scotch, he'll buy me a beer

Tight fist, friends

The gospel according to Pat Hewitt

The gospel according to Pat Hewitt

The gospel according to Pat Hewitt

If it's written on a sweater then I'd better not do it

Got to, got to

Your mind, blow it, blow it

The gospel according to Marianne Brent

The gospel according to Marianne Brent

The gospel according to Marianne Brent

She'll be mine if I pay the rent

Good old Marianne, who needs friends, oh

Waste of flipping time, take a look at my life and you'll see

Take a quick, butchers, rotten Harry down the hall

Wouldn't give you tuppence for him

The Laughing Gnome lyrics - 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 gray, chuckling away

Well he trotted back to my house

And he sat beside the telly (Ah!)

With his tiny hands on his tummy

Chuckling away, laughing all day

"I ought to report you to the Gnome Office."

"Gnome Office? Aha ha hah!"

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 (pardon)

Then I put him on a train to Eastbourne

Carried his bag, and gave him a fag

"Have you got a light, boy?"

"Here, where do you come from?"

"Gnome-man's land, hee, hee!"

"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 brought him along to sing me a song

"Alright, let's hear it... 'ere, what's that clicking noise?"

"That's Fred, he's a metro-gnome, ha ha!"

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

"Oh now, I'm a gnome, anyway, ha ha!"

"Haven't you got a home to go to?"

"No, we are gnome-ads, he he!"

"Didn't they teach you to get your hair cut at school? You look like a rolling gnome."

"Nah, not at the London school of Eco-gnome-ics."

Now they're staying up me chimney

And we're living on caviar and honey (Hurray!)

'Cause they're earning me lots of money

Writing comedy prose for radio shows

"It's the, errrr... it's the gnome-service, yes, of course!"

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

(Oh, dear me...)

I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me

(One more time!)

Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee

I'm a laughing gnome and you can't catch me

The London Boys lyrics - David Bowie

Bow Bells strike 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 cause 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 faith

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, cause 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

Now you've met the London boys

Now you've met the London boys

Tired Of My Life lyrics - David Bowie

I don't know why

But I'm tired of my mind

Pain is over me, overloading

I don't know why

But you're trying to be kind

Take off your silver smile

Throw your head back and cry

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 were you've never been, non-returning

So cry

Throw a rock upon the road and it breaks into pieces

Shake a branch upon the snow and the sun is defeated

Pull the curtains on yesterday and it seems so much later

Put a bullet in my brain and I'll make all the papers

I don't know why

But I'm tired of my life

The clouds are in my eyes, overtaking

Toy (Your Turn To Drive) lyrics - David Bowie

Your turn to drive

Thick as a line, out of your mind

You need the time

You're sweet and you're tired, watching the line

Watching the line

You're making my songs, you're making my heart

Your turn to drive

It's all in the songs, it's all in your mind

Your turn to drive

Drive tonight

Drive tonight

You gotta drive

You gotta drive tonight

Drive tonight

Drive tonight

Your turn to drive

You're making my songs, you're making my heart

Your turn to drive

Thick as a line, out of your mind

Your turn to drive

Drive tonight

Drive tonight

You gotta drive

You gotta drive tonight

Drive tonight

Drive tonight

Tryin' To Get To Heaven lyrics - David Bowie

(originally by Bob Dylan)

The air is getting hotter

There's a rumbling in the sky

I've been wading through the high muddy water

With 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, hey, yeah

Oh, when I was in Missouri

They would not let me be

I had to leave there in a hurry

I only saw what they let me see

They broke the heart that loved you

Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore

I've been walking that lonesome valley

Trying to get to Heaven before they close the door

Oh, oh, yeah

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven

Before they close the door

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven

Before they close the door

Oh, people on the platforms

Waiting for the trains

I can hear their hearts are beating

Like pendulums swinging on a chain

When you think you lost everything

You find out you can lose a little more

I, I'm just going down the, that road feeling bad

Trying hard to get to Heaven before they close the door

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven

Before they close the door

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven

Before they close the door

Ooh

Oh-oh-oh

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven

Before they close the door

Ooh, 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 alright

But I don't know what alright even means

I close my eyes and I wonder, boys

If everything is as hollow as it seems

I've been to Sugar Town, oh, shook the sugar down

Trying to get to Heaven before they close the door, hey

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven (Trying to get there)

Before they close the door (Woo, door)

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven (Trying to get to Heaven)

Before they close the door (And relive my dreams there)

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven

Before they close the door (I've been all around the world, boys)

Ooh, trying to get to Heaven

Before they close the door

Under Pressure lyrics - Queen & David Bowie

Mmm num ba de

Dum bum ba be

Doo buh dum ba beh beh

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

Um ba ba be

Um ba ba be

De day da

Ee day da

That's OK

That's the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends screaming

"Let me out!"

Tomorrow gets me higher

Pressure on people, people on streets

Day day de mm hm

Da da da ba ba

OK

Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor

These are the days: it never rains but it pours

Ee do ba be

Ee da ba ba ba

Um bo bo

Be lap

People on streets

Ee da de da de

People on streets

Ee da de da de da de da

It's the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends screaming

"Let me out!"

Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high!

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, love

Insanity laughs under pressure

We're breaking

Can't we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can't we give love that one more chance?

Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?

'Cause 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

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure

Under The God lyrics - David Bowie

(performed by Tin Machine)

Skin dance back at the condo

Skin heads 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

Under the God, under the God

One step over the red line

Under the God, under the God

Ten steps over the crazy crazy

Washington heads in the toilet bowl

Don't see supremacist hate

Right wing dicks in their boiler suits

Picking out who to annihilate

Toxic jungle of Uzi trails

Tribesmen just wouldn't live here

Fascist flare is fashion cool

Well, 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

So, the secrets that we shared

I believed you by the palace gates

Now the savage days are here

Under the God

Yeah, yeah

Mm, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Under the God, under the God

One step over the red line

Under the God, under the God

One step into the crazy, crazy

Crazy eyed man with a shot gun

Hot headed creep with a knife

Love and peace and harmony

Love you could cult with a life

Under the God, under the God

Raging down, raging down, down yeah

Under the God, under the God, oh

When I'm Five lyrics - 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

'Cause 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

'Cause I'm only four and grown-ups walk too fast

Yesterday was horrid day, 'cause 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 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 sweetshop

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

White Light / White Heat lyrics - David Bowie

(originally by The Velvet Underground)

(White light) White light gonna drive me out of my brain

(White light) White light gonna make me feel so insane

(White light) White heat shapin' them down to my toes

(White light) White light's got it now, goodness knows

(White light) White light gonna drive me out of my mind

(White light) White light's surely gonna make me blind

(White light) White heat shaping way down to my toes

(White light) White light could kill me now, goodness knows

Oh, oh, white light

Oh, oh, white light

Oh, oh, white heat

Oh, oh, white heat

(White light) White light gonna drive me out of my brain

(White light) White light gonna make me feel so insane

(White light) White heat shapin' them down to my toes

(White light) White light's got it now, goodness knows

(White light) White light gonna drive me out of my mind

(White light) White light's surely gonna make me blind

(White light) White heat shaping way down to my toes

(White light) White light could kill me now, goodness knows

Oh, oh, white light

Oh, oh, white light

Oh, oh, white heat

Oh, oh, white heat

Oh, oh, white light

Oh, oh, white light

Oh, oh, white heat

Oh, oh, white heat

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

Ooh, yeah

(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Here she comes

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Ah, ah, ah, ah)