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How you turn 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.

Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis my curse, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
This is the war

Look into my eyes he tells her
I’m gonna say goodbye he says yea
Do not cry she begs of him goodbye yea
All that day she thinks of his love yea

They whip him through the streets and alleys there
The gormless and the baying crowd right there
They can’t get enough of that doomsday song

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
Lovers thrown in airless rooms
Then vile rewards for you

Top Gear 18.12.67
02 Love You Till Tuesday
03 When I Live My Dream
04 Little Bombardier
05 Silly Boy Blue
06 In The Heat Of The Morning.

JOHN PEEL TOP GEAR 13.5.68

1. "Space Oddity" 5:16
2. "Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed" 6:12
3. "Don't Sit Down"
4. "Letter to Hermione" 2:36
5. "Cygnet Committee" 9:35
6. "Janine" 3:25
7. "An Occasional Dream" 3:01
8. "Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud" 4:52

1. "Space Oddity"
2. "Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed"
3. "(Don’t Sit Down)"
4. "Letter to Hermione"
5. "Cygnet Committee"
6. "Janine"
7. "An Occasional Dream"
8. "Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud"

1. "The Width of a Circle" 8:05
2. "All the Madmen" 5:38
3. "Black Country Rock" 3:32
4. "After All" 3:52
5. "Running Gun Blues" 3:11
6. "Saviour Machine" 4:25
7. "She Shook Me Cold" 4:13
8. "The Man Who Sold the World" 3:55

01. Hang Onto Yourself
02. Ziggy Stardust
03. Changes
04. The Supermen
05. Life On Mars?
06. Five Years
07. Space Oddity
08. Andy Warhol

01. Introduction
02. 1984
03. Rebel Rebel
04. Moonage Daydream
05. Sweet Thing
06. Changes
07. Suffragette City
08. Aladdin Sane

1. Station To Station
2. Suffragette City
3. Fame
4. Word On A Wing
5. Stay
6. Waiting For The Man
7. Queen Bitch
8. Life On Mars?

01. Warszawa
02. "Heroes"
03. What In The World
04. Be My Wife
05. The Jean Genie
06. Blackout
07. Sense Of Doubt
08. Speed Of Life

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 tea leaves, the tracks are on TV
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984

They'll break your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air
And tell you that you're eighty, but lover you won't care

01. Introduction
02. Little Wonder
03. The Hearts Filthy Lesson
04. Scary Monsters
05. Fashion
06. Telling Lies
07. Hallo Spaceboy
08. 7 Years in Tibet

01. Quicksand
02. Always Crashing In The Same Car
03. Waiting For The Man
04. My Death
05. Jean Genie
06. Panic In Detroit
07. I'm Afraid Of Americans
08. The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)

1. "Thursday's Child" 5:24
2. "Something in the Air" 5:46
3. "Survive" 4:11
4. "If I'm Dreaming My Life" 7:04
5. "Seven" 4:04
6. "What's Really Happening?" 4:10
7. "The Pretty Things Are Going to Hell" 4:40
8. "New Angels of Promise" 4:35

01-Wild is the Wind
02-China Girl
03-Changes
04-Stay
05-Life on Mars?
06-Absolute Beginners
07-Ashes to Ashes
08-Rebel Rebel

Sunday
Stay
I've Been Waiting for You
Breaking Glass
Cactus
Slip Away
China Girl
5:15 The Angels Have Gone

01. Intro
02. Rebel, Rebel
03. Cactus
04. Sister Midnight
05. New Killer Star
06. Looking For Water
07. All The Young Dudes
08. China Girl

Ive nothing much to offer
Theres nothing much to take
Im an absolute beginner
And Im absolutely sane
As long as were together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But were absolute beginners

I wish I was smarter
I got so lost on the shore
I wish I was taller
Things really matter to me

But I put my face in tomorrow
I believe we're not alone
I believe in Beatles

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 get a word to Elizabeth's father
Hey no, he wished me well

Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall
There's no room for anger, we're all very small
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, ooh, that's all, after all

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown

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 must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die

Watching him dash away, swinging an old bouquet - dead roses
Sake and strange divine uh-hu-hu-uh-hu-hu youll make it
Passionate bright young things, takes him away to war - dont fake it
Sadden glissando strings
Uh-hu-hu-uh-hu-hu - youll make it

Wholl love aladdin sane
Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise

Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground

Day after day

Well billy rapped all night about his suicide.
Said he could kick it in the head when he was 25.
Speed jive. Don't wanna stay alive when your 25.
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks And Sparks.
And Freddie's got spots from ripping of the stars.
From his face. Funky little boat race.
The television man is crazy.
Saying we're juvenile delequent wrecks.

David Bowie - Always Crashing In The Same Car, 1977

Every chance,
every chance that I take
I take it on the road
Those kilometres and the red lights
I was always looking left and right
Oh, but I'm always crashing

I'm lazy
You're crazy, girl
Stay by my side

I'm scared you'll
Meet someone
In whom you'll confide

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

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...
Some things we could do

Я вспоминаю, как мы жили:
Лежали, бывало, на самом краешке кровати
И говорили о комнате в шведском стиле,
Гессенской, полностью обитой деревом...
Или лишь взглядами разговаривали
О том, как сладка наша жизнь,
И о том, как наше завтра богато на сюрпризы,
И о том, что мы еще сможем сделать...

И я говорю себе,
Что я понял все неверно, неверно, неверно,
Она - девчонка-вертихвостка,
Она не та, не та, что мне нужна.
И я говорю себе:
"Ты дурак, дурак, дурак,
Она тебя не любит,
Ты ей не нужен, я точно знаю.

Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two New Pence to have a go
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

As such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart

Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song
I've heard a rumour from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true

They got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed love

do you remember a guy that's been
in such an early song
i heard a rumour from ground control
oh no, don't say it's true
they got a message from the action man
i'm happy hope you're happy too
i've loved all i've needed love
sordid details following

[Baby loves that way]
Yes, she does, yes, she does
[Baby loves that way]
Oh, I love my baby
[Baby loves that way]
Ooh, I gotta take her
[Baby loves that way]
Yep, I love her

Wow this ain't the right thing to do so let's go

Young girls they know what they're after
Young girls don't kiss me goodbye
Rockets shooting up into space
Buildings they rise to the skies

Bang Bang I got mine

Sometimes you get so lonely
Sometimes you get nowhere
I've lived all over the world
I've left every place

Please be mine
Share my life
Stay with me

Photograph king, watches you go
Fashions may change, heaven knows, but you still leave a stain on me

Supplement queen, your colours may fade
Seasons may change, weather blows, but you still leave a mark on me

Wrong-negative fades-never the twain, reckless and tame

Ooooooo
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
That's my kind of highroll gone wrong
My-my
Smile at least
You can't say no to the beauty and the beast

Something in the night

Don't talk of dust and roses
Or should we powder our noses?
Don't live for last year's capers
Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulses unreal

He'll build a glass asylum
With just a hint of mayhem
He'll build a better whirlpool

Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black Country Rock

Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know, you might find it here on

Getting my facts from a Benetton ad
I'm lookin' thru African eyes
Lit by the glare of an L.A. 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

Oh you, you walk on past
Your lips cut a smile on your face
Your scalding face
To the cage, to the cage
She was a beauty in a cage

Too, too high a price
To drink rotting wine from your hands

Shine shine shine (x6)

Bleeds like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Easy come, come, gotta back
In the valley of the dead man walks
How they drank from the jazz

Blue Jean - I just met me a girl named Blue Jean
Blue Jean - she got a camouflaged face and no money
Remember they always let you down when you need 'em
Oh, Blue Jean - is heaven any sweeter than Blue Jean
She got a police bike
She got a turned up nose

Sometimes I feel like

Heaven loves ya
The clouds part for ya
Nothing stands in your way
When you're a boy

Clothes always fit ya
Life is a pop of the cherry
When you're a boy

You promised me the ending would be clear
You'd let me know when the time was now
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappear

Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn't worth the balance

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 learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

Sitting here
wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that
i had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress
and send it to me?

Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My head's bowed in shame
It seems that I've blackened the family name
Mother says that she can't stand the neighbours' talking
I've gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah
I'm guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker

When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the bats are back to bed (and the bats are back)
The brothers come 'round (the brothers come 'round)
I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed)
I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head)
Tap my pretty little feet (tap my pretty little feet)
Feeling brighter than sunlight (oh)
Louder than thunder (oh)

I could escape this feeling
with my China girl
I feel a wreck
without my little China girl
I hear her heart beating
loud as thunder
Saw they stars crashing

Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red

Rich men's children running past
Their fathers dressed in hose
Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes

I took this walk to ease my mind
To find out what's gnawing at me
Wouldn't think to look at me,
that I've spent a lot of time in education
It all seems so long ago
I'm a thinker, not a talker
I've no-one to talk to, anyway

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 cause you just got paid

Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real
Smack, baby, smack, is all that you feel

You were the widow of a wild cat
And now I know about your special kisses
And I know you know where thats at
I guess I recognise your destination
I think I see beneath your make-up
What you want is so separation

This is no ordinary

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

Cutting through the water
Hands upon the ghost
To the city of solid iron
Through the kingdom of the ghost
Send your friend away now
Let him sail back home tonight

Something like religion

Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well, I need one now

All the days of my life

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good God, oh my", I cry
And die, and lie beside

She is the apple in my eye
She talked to God
I couldn't cope or'd hope eloped

He swivels his head
Tears his eyes from the screen
As his past puts him back in Atlantic City

There's not even a demon in Heaven or Hell
Is it all just human disguise?
As I walk down the aisle

1 "Future Legend"
2 "Diamond Dogs"
3 "Sweet Thing"
4 "Candidate"
5 "Sweet Thing (Reprise)"
6 "Rebel Rebel"
7 "Rock 'n' Roll with Me"
8 "We Are the Dead"

Did you ever have a dream or two
Where the hero is a guy named you
And the things he does are just too much
Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch?
Did you ever have a dream or two?

Have you ever woken up one day
With the feeling that you'd been away?

I'm home, lost my job,
and incurably ill
You think this is easy realism
I've got a girl out there, I suppose
I think she's dancing
Feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she's dancing, what do I know?

DO ANYTHING YOU SAY
Bowie

Two by two, they go walking by
Hand in hand, they watch me cry
[Two by two, hand in hand]

Lonely nights, I dream you're there

Now we can talk in confidence
Did you guess
that we've been done wrong?
Lies jump in queue
to be first in line
Such a shameless design
Ah, thinks he's well screened
from the man at the top

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
I know there's something in the wind
That crazy balance of my mind

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

Let me put my arms around your head
Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone

Let me put my arms
around your head
Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see
if your friends are home

Said you took a big trip
They said you moved away
Happened oh, so quietly
They say

Shoulda took a picture
Something I could keep
Buy a little frame

Hope little girl
Come blow me away
I don't care much
I win anyway
Just a dog

I'm God damn rich
An exploding man

Fantastic Voyage (оригинал David Bowie)

Фантастическое путешествие (перевод Катя Чикиндина из Могилева) i

In the event that this fantastic voyage
Should turn to erosion and we never get old
Remember it's true: dignity is valuable
But our lives are valuable too.

Fascination
(Bowie/Vandross)
Drums: Dennis Davis, Andy Newmark
Bass: Emir Ksasan, Willy Weeks
Guitar: Carlos Alomar, Bowie, John Lennon, Earl Slick
Keyboards: Bowie, Michael Garson
Saxophones: David Sanborn
Percussion: Ralph McDonald, Pablo Rosario, Larry Washington

There's a brand new dance but I don't know its name
That people from bad homes do again and again
It's big and it's bland full of tension and fear
They do it over there but we don't do it here

Fashion! Turn to the left
Fashion! Turn to the right
Oooh, fashion!

Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time
Things that happened in the past
Only happened in your Mind
Only in your Mind-Forget your Mind
And you'll be free-yea'
The writing's on the wall
Free-yea'. And you can know it all

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 I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there

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 I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there

Monday morning feels so bad.
Everybody seems to nag me.
Come on Tuesday I feel better.
Even my old man looks good, huh.
Wednesday just don't go,
Thursday goes too slow.
But I've got Friday on my mind.
Gonna have fun in the city.

Girls
They come and they go
They kiss
Come and they go
Like breeze
Brushing my cheek
Like pain
Like the tears on my face

Up until one century ago there lived,
In the Zi Duang provence of eastern country
A glass-like spider.
Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons over its web,
In weeks creating a macabre

Shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers,

I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions
were observed

If you should ever leave me

My life would still go on believe me

The world could show nothing to me

So what good would living do me

Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop

Dont let me hear you say lifes taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, lifes begun
Nights are warm and the days are young

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

Never got lost on this road before
Never saw a scene on the street before
Never got chose with the rest of the boys
So I must have needed something more
Always wound up in a cell for the night
Always had faith from the midnight fight
Always got caught by a squad car light
Kicking at a slot machine

(If I fall, moondust will cover me,
moondust will cover me)
(If I fall, moondust will cover me)
(If I fall, moondust will cover me)

Spaceboy, you're sleepy now
Your silhouette is so stationary
You're released but your custody calls

1,2
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams

So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it

Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams

CHORUS
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it

Du
Könntest Du schwimmen
Wie Delphine
Delphine es tun
Niemand gibt uns eine Chance
Doch können wir siegen
Für immer und immer
Und wir sind dann Helden

Ohhhhh... here it comes
Here comes the night
Yeah, here comes the night
Oh, yeah (here comes the night)

I can see right out my window walking down the street my girl
With another guy
His arms around her

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,
nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes,
just for one day

1. Beauty and the Beast 3:32
2. Joe the Lion 3:05
3. "Heroes" (Bowie, Brian Eno) 6:07
4. Sons of the Silent Age 3:15
5. Blackout 3:50
6. V-2 Schneider 3:10
7. Sense of Doubt 3:57
8. Moss Garden (Bowie, Eno) 5:03

Я хотел бы, чтоб ты могла плыть,
Так, как плавают дельфины.
И хотя ничего,
Ничего не удержит нас вместе,
Мы можем победить их.
Мы можем быть героями
Всего один день.

Listen Lady, let me lie low, lie low with you
To be lie-high-high-high-high-high, my! Oh my!
Slowly, we get too good and too holy
Helping one another, just a righteous brother
Night time, get me back in the night time
I don't want to be angel, just a little bit evil
I feel the devil in me

1. "Changes"
2. "Oh! You Pretty Things"
3. "Eight Line Poem"
4. "Life on Mars?"
5. "Kooks"
6. "Quicksand"
7. "Fill Your Heart"
8. "Andy Warhol"

Uhh
New feeling inside
It's hot, certain kind
I feel hot and cold
Down my soul, baby

I can't explain
Going out of my mind

I can't read and I can't write down
I don't know a book from countdown
I don't care which shadow gets me
All I've got is someone's face

Money goes to money heaven
Bodies go to body hell
I just cough and catch the chase

I've got the village I love - dig everything
I walk along beside the garbagemen and I dig everything - dig everything
I wave to the policemen, but they don't wave back
They don't dig anything - dig everything
Ain't had a job for a year or more and I don't know a thing - dig everything
Everything's spent and I dig everything
Everything's spent and I dig everything
Dig

I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't want me no more
I keep forgetting that you told me that you
Didn't want me around any more
But these stupid old feet
Just head for your street
Like they've done so many times before

I keep forgetting you don't love me no more
I keep forgetting you don't want me no more
I keep forgetting that you told me that you
Didn't want me around any more
But these stupid old feet
Just head for your street
Like they've done so many times before
And this stuborn old fist

Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent park
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave

Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny's in America
No tricks at the wheel
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Nobody needs anyone
They don't even just pretend
Uh-uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh uh-uh-uh
Johnny's in America

Печальная и трагическая, но очень мелодичная песня из малоизвестного у нас альбома "Outside".
Использована Дэвидом Линчем для саундтрека к лучшему его, пожалуй, фильму "Последнее шоссе (Lost highway)" (или "Шоссе в никуда" - в нашем прокате).

David Bowie
Early On (1964-66)
I'm Not Loosing Sleep
Yes, i've read the morning papers
Telling me that you've made money
Do you think i'm gonna crawl, then think again

Though i'm dressed in rags, i'm richer

The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way
I watch them sink before your gaze
Senorita sway
Dance with me before their frozen eyes
I'm so much in love
Like a little soldier catching butterflies

When you climb to the top of the mountain
Look out over the sea
Think about the places perhaps, where a young man could be
Then you jump back down to the rooftops
Look out over the town
Think about all of the strange things circulating round

[CHORUS]

Oh my love, Janine
I'm helpless for your smile
Like a Polish wanderer
I travel ever onwards to your land
And were it not just for the jewels, I'd close your hand

Your strange demand
To 'collocate' my mind

Well, Annie's pretty neat, she always eats her meat
Joe is awful strong, bet your life he's putting us on
Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving
I'm moving, touch me!

John, I'm only dancing
She turns me on, but I'm only dancing
She turns me on, don't get me wrong

(dancing) I'm having so much love
(dancing) too bad my back had gone
(dancing) boogie down with daddy now
I'd give my house in the country
If you'd slept it's so funky

(music) I'm dancing in the street
(ooh music) I've torn the shoes from my feet

Let me introduce you to the gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he's an existentialist
Once he had a name, now he plays our game
You won't feel so good now that you've joined the gang

Molly is the model in the ads
Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong

Одна из любимых у "новейшего" Боуи... 1993 год.

В вольном переводе означает, что автор заявляет: даже если я потерял любовь, почти всех родных и друзей, "я сидел в тюрьме и лежал в психбольнице", а мой брат-близнец только что бросился с небоскреба -
..НЕ ДОЖДЕТЕСЬ, СУКИ!!!

Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls
At coconut fur that hides behind coloured shades that blind your eyes
Every child's mother holds an ice-cream cone, they circle round
Perceived unknown by an eye that peers from a hole in the tent where no one goes
A figure sitting cross-legged on the floor he's clogged and clothed in saffron robes
His beads are all he owns

Slow down, slow down

Well I walked in the pouring rain
And I heard a voice that cries "It's all in vain"
The voice of doom was shining in my room
I just need one day somewhere far away
Lord, I just need one day
Well, I've been breaking these rocks
And cutting this hay
Yes, I'll be breaking these rocks

I don't want to lose you, this good thing
that I got 'cause if I do
I will surely,
surely lose a lot.
'Cause your love is better
than any love I know.
It's like thunder and lightning,
the way you love me is frightening.

[CHORUS (x2)]
Will you stay in our Lovers' Story
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of Kooks
Hung up on romancing

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

Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard
She'll drive a beetle car
And beat you down at cool Canasta

Look up here, I’m in heaven
I’ve got scars that can’t be seen
I’ve got drama, can’t be stolen
Everybody knows me now

Look up here, man, I’m in danger
I’ve got nothing left to lose
I’m so high it makes my brain whirl

Baby, baby, brush the dust of youth from your shoulder
Because the years of fretting days are right behind you now
Don't return to fields of green where rainbow secrets were told
Place your ragged doll with all the toys and things and deeds
I will show you a game where the winner never wins

Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore
Let me sleep beside you

Let's dance
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance
To the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway
While colour lights up your face
Let's sway

Don’t you worry ’bout what’s on your mind, oh my
I’m in no hurry I can take my time, oh my
I’m going red and my tongue’s getting tied (tongue’s getting tied)
I’m off my head and my mouth’s getting dry
I’m high, but I try, try, try, oh my

Let’s spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever

Let's dance put on your red shoes
and dance the blues

Let's dance to the song
they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway
while color lights up your face

Well, don't you worry 'bout what's been on my mind
I'm in no hurry I can take my time
I'm going red and my tongue's getting tired
Out of my head and my mouth's getting dry
I'm hi-hi-hi-high

Let's spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever

The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean
So rest your head and
read a treasured dream
I care for no one else but you
I tear my soul to cease the pain
I think maybe you feel the same
What can we do?

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks
through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view

I'll give you back my farm and I'll give you back my house
I'll give you back my right to be free
I've got moon, I've got sun
Lightning, lightning, lightning
I've got me, I've got you
Frightening, frightening, frightening

I'll give you back my farm and I'll give you back my house

Little Wendy Cocaine stumbles up the hill to pain
Nothing stops the go-to girl, nothing takes the place of taking aim
Little Wendy's out there shaking hips and cuckoo eyes
CRAZY DRIVES THAT DIZZY CROWD
Moonlight strokes the highlights in her hair
She sells and moves and finds my hand
And pulls me down and close so I can hardly stand
As I lay like dead for her, I'm fed into my head I'm led, oh, I am Sam

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

Stinky weather, Fat shaky hands
Dopey morning Doc, Grumpy gnomes
Little wonder then, little wonder
You little wonder, little wonder you

Big screen dolls, tits and explosions
Sleepytime, Bashful but nude
Little wonder then, little wonder

Well, I got a girl that's so good to me (little Liza)
Well, now she ain't more than five foot three (little Liza)
Well, this little girl is so good to me (little Liza)
Yeah, this little girl's nearly half of me (little Liza)

[Chorus]
Little Liza Jane [Repeat: x4]

Chorus}
London bye ta-ta
Strange young town
London bye ta-ta
brought me down
Don't like your new face
that's not nice
Got to go far, far

You know who I am, he said
The speaker was an angel
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings
Closed his eyes and moved his lips
It's time we should be going
(Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come

Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop
Nowhere, Shampoo, TV, Combat, Boyzone
Slim tie, Showdown, Can't stop

Where do we go from here?
There's something in the sky
Shining in the light

Silver leaves are spinning round
Take my hand as we go down and down and down
Looking for water

But I lost God in a New York minute
Don't know about you but my heart's not in it
(Looking looking looking)

It's the darkest hour, you're twenty-two
The voice of youth, the hour of dread
The darkest hour and your voice is new
Love is lost, lost is love
Your country's new
Your friends are new
Your house and even your eyes are new
Your maid is new and your accent too

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

Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you walk out through your door
I'll wave my flag and shout

Ohh, beautiful baby
My burning desire started on Sunday
Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday

You remind me of the baby
What baby? The baby with the power
What power? Power of voodoo
Who do? You do
Do What? Remind me of the baby

I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry
What could I do? My baby's love had gone

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 sip aperitifs

Собственно, так это и понял вышеупомянутый мной Дэвид Боуи, который в своем знаковом (а на мой взгляд чуть ли не самым знаковым в 20-м веке) альбоме применил этот принцип «расщепленности» АВ уже осознанно, построив на нем фундамент композиторской техники.
Причем, сама оркестровка Боуи также унаследует принцип предыдущей композиции Пола Маккартни, с контекстным контрапуктом валторны. Боуи не только заимствует принцип композиторской техники, но и оркестровой также, причем весьма характерным образом (о чем - в следующей композиции).
Что хотелось бы отметить касательно формы.
Здесь привычное уже нам "расщепленное" АВ, но с одним нюансом: заключительный АВ Боуи как бы расширяет засчет элемента В, который у него превращается в своеобразный Синтез (С), т.е. мы имеем, фактически комбинацию АС. А это уже драматургическая вариативность и возможность выстраивать форму более широко и разнообразно. Именно такую вариативность я применил в 3 части концерта для клавесина, расширив среднее АВ до АС, где С – это Идейный Синтез всего концерта, фактически.

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

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 ragged and naive
It was Heaven

Burning up each others' love, burning up our lives
Tried all kinds of working out, miracle goodnight
Future full and empty knocking on my door
Ragged limbed and hungry mama
Miracle no more
(Skin tell me) turn it around
(Head tell me) make it alright
(Nobody dancing)

I know when to go out
I know when to stay in
Get things done

I catch a paper boy
But things don't really change
I'm standing in the wind
But I never wave bye-bye

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut,
you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head

D (5th fret) (no notes)
I'm an alligator,

F# (9th fret) (no notes) B
I'm a mama-papa comin' for you
A E G
I'm a space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
D F#

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut,
you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head

Mother, you had me
But I never had you
I, I wanted you
But you didn't want me
So I, mmhmm
I just gotta tell you
Goodbye
Goodbye

Sometimes I feel
That I need to move on
So I pack a bag
And move on
Move on

Well I might take a train
Or sail at dawn

My death

My death waits like an old roue`
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

This story is about love
The woman I lo,
Loved is dead
There was a boy
A very strange
Enchanted boy
They say he wandered
Very far, very far

Down where your paint is cracking
Look down you backstair buddy
Somebody's living there and
He don't really feel the weather
And he don't share your pleasures
No he don't share your pleasures
Look at his eyes
Did you see his crazy eyes

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 gets real

VERSE 1
New angels of promise
We despair
We are the dead dreams
We take the blame
Take us to the edge of time
Take us to the edge of time

See the great white scar
Over Battery Park
Then a flare glides over
But I won't look at that scar
Oh, my nuclear baby
Oh, my idiot trance
All my idiot questions
Let's face the music and dance

Stay away from the future
Back away from the light
It's all deranged - no control
Sit tight in your corner
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

[Verse 1]
Here, there's no music here
I'm lost in streams of sound
Here, am I nowhere now?
No plan
Wherever I may go
Just where, just there
I am

What would you rather do?

What would you rather be doing?
What?
What would you rather be doing?
What?

Any time

This story is about love
The woman I lo,
Loved is dead
There was a boy
A very strange
Enchanted boy
They say he wandered
Very far, very far

Now. Not tomorrow
Yesterday
Not tomorrow
It happens today
The damage today
They fall on today
They beat on the outside
And I'll stand by you

Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
Swinging on the back poarch
Jumping off a big line
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails

God is on top of it
God is on top of it
God is on top of it
Thats all
Thats all
Thats all
Thats all
Thats all

There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Till the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot

And in this little yard, there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves

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

She's just been to Russia and
They're dying their faces
They're dying over there

A pretty pink rose

That r'n'r lady takes a space-ship ride
She's out of this world

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's
at an all time low
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard
to pull sister Flo

Hunky Dory
(Original release by RCA, November 1971)

---------------------------------------------------

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery

La mia mente ha preso il volo
Un pensiero uno solo
Io cammino mentre dorme la citta'

I suoi occhi nella notte
Fanali bianchi nella notte
Una voce che mi parla chi sarà?

Tragic youth was looking young and sexy
The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans
Bearing arms and flaunting all her mischief
The tragic youth was going down on me

And I swear
Woo hoo
Yes I swear

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight

Oh, can you feel it in the way
That a man is not a man?
Can you see it in the sky
That the landscape is too high?

Like a nervous disease
And it's been there all along
It will tumble from the sky

Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
Ricochet - Ricochet
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs
Ricochet - Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures
so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten

Taking it all the right way
Keeping it in the back
Taking it all the right way
Never no turning back
Never need, no
Never no turning back

Flying just a sweet place

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, youre a rock n roll suicide

Youre too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you dont eat when youve lived too long

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your
cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it

Rubber Band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden Sunday afternoon
While a little chappie waves a golden wand

Rubber Band
In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong
My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long

Theres a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune

In the library garden sunday afternoon

While a little chappie waves a golden wand

Rubber band

Об этой композиции необходимо сказать особо. Без преувеличения она может стать настоящим базисом для нового оркестрового мышления. И вот почему.
Боуи здесь исповедует, в сущности, принцип Фомина, для которого оркестр был ничем иным как составом ИНДИВИДУАЛЬНОСТЕЙ, между которыми он строит равноценные созвучия, не принижая и не возвышая кого-либо. И именно такой принцип Боуи применяет в своем альбоме осознанно и показательно. Его аккомпанемент – это тоже «соло», т.е. каждый инструмент выполняет роль солирующего. Как, например, в данной композиции, где туба, играя свою обычную басовую партию, ею же, фактически, солирует. И так – каждый из инструментов.
И именно это для меня (наряду с «ращеплением» АВ) является фундаментальным в создании нового музыкального менталитета.
То есть – это двоичность музыкального сознания (где, при этом, абсолютно любой элемент может стать Синтезом) и индивидуальность оркестрового самовыражения (где каждый инструмент в определенный момент времени исполняет свое соло, даже играя совместно с другими инструментами, создавая общую звуковую палитру образа), а аккордовая «безликость» уходит в прошлое.
И тут сама собой возникает эстетика «прозрачного» оркестра в противовес романтической «звуковой стены», причем само оркестровое наполнение может быть каким угодно смешанным и разношерстным, ибо нет понятия «тутти», а есть понятие «последовательность звучания», которую можно выстраивать между даже самыми несозвучными инструментами, создавая особый колорит образа.
Все это скорее «читается», нежели слышится в данной композиции Дэвида Боуи. В ней это заложено где-то на подсознательном уровне.
Форма данного произведения тоже интересна.
С(начало)+А(дважды)В(единожды)+А(дважды)В(дважды)+С(конец)

I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it

I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads

President Joe once had a dream
The world held his hand, gave their pledge
So he told them his scheme for a Saviour Machine

They called it the Prayer, its answer was law
Its logic stopped war, gave them food
How they adored till it cried in its boredom

Well I wouldn't buy no merchandise
And I wouldn't go to war
And I mixed with other colours
But the nurse doesn't care
And I hide under blankets
Or did I run away
I really can't remember
Last time I saw the light of day

[Spoken]
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and
Empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet

DAVID BOWIE LYRICS



"Sell Me A Coat"

La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face

"Are you OK?
You've been shot in the head
And I'm holding your brains"
The old woman said
So I drink in the shadows
Of an evening sky
See nothing at all

Though the idea of confession, it is said to be
The union of 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 and the church

All the great mystic religions put strong emphasis

There's a man back a-ways
Who believes at where he is
And there's a girl
Up ahead who says she knows

And the street overflows
With the folk who understand
But for the guy who can't be seen

Shake it, shake it, what's my line
Shake it, shake it, what's my line
I feel like a sail-boat
Adrift on the sea
It's a brand new day
So when you gonna phone me
Shake it, shake it, what's my line
I could take you to heaven

We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still
She sucked my dormant will
Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again
My God, she shook me cold

I had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hair
And threw her to the ground
Father, she craved my head, Oh Lord, the things she said

She waited by the moon
She was sick with fear and cold
She felt too old for all of this
Of course he'll never show
She lugged her suitcase to the bus
Melted home, through the snow
North-bound on river-side

She'd walk through the door and she'd set up the drinks on the house
She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back
And never took her out
She wore a trenchcoat khaki
Her hobnail boots were full of holes

She's got medals

Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the Potala lanes
Preacher takes the school
One boy breaks a rule

Silly Boy Blue, blue
Silly Boy Blue

Oogie waits for just another day
Drags his bones
to see the Yankees play
Bones Boy talks and flickers gray
Oh, they slip away

Once a time
they nearly might have been

Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our minds
shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes
And the doors shall have ears
But we'll dance in their dark
And they'll play with our lives

Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The Barbs laughed

He's everybody's token, on everybody's wall
Blessing all the papers, thanking one and all
Hugging all the babies, kissing all the ladies
Knowing all that you think about from writing on the wall
He's so divine, his soul shines
Breaks the night, sleep tight
His ever loving face smiles on the whole human race
He says "I'm somebody"

ALBUM: "Young Americans" (1975)

Let the lies go
Let...

He's everybody's token, on everybody's wall
Blessing all the papers, thanking one and all
Hugging all the babies, kissing all the ladies

Your coat and hat are gone
I really can't look at your little empty shelf
A ragged teddy bear
It feels like we never had a chance
Don't look me in the eye

We lay in each others arms
But the room is just an empty space

Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man
called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on

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 dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one inch thoughts

Stone love - she kneels before the grave
A brave son - who gave his life to see the slogan
That hovers between the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving

New love - a boy and girl they talking
New words - that only they can share in
New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts

Ahhh...
Ahhh...

Doo, doo, dooohoo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, do-do, doohoo

Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

Space Oddity
Ground control to major Tom
Ground control to major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you

Ground control to major Tom
Ground control to major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on (ten, nine)
Ground control to major Tom (eight, seven, six)
Commencing countdown (five) engines on (four, three, two)
Check ignition (one) and may god's love be with you (lift off)
This is ground control to major Tom, you've really made the grade
And the papers want to know who shot you where

Tony went to fight in Belfast
Rudi stayed at home to starve
I could make it all worthwhile
as a rock & roll star
Bevan tried to change the nation
Sonny wants to turn the world, well he can tell you that
he tried
I could make a transformation as a rock & roll star

Goodbye love
Didnt know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin down some rock n roll lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That werent no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive

The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean

This week dragged past me so slowly
The days fell on their knees
Maybe I'll take something to help me
Hope someone takes after me
I guess there's always some change in the weather
This time I know we could get it together
If I did casually mention tonight
That would be crazy tonight

You, you, you
You, you, you

All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun

from "The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars" (p)1972

Hey man, ah leave me alone you know
Hey man, well Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face
This mellow black chick just put my spine out of place

Hey man, my school day's insane

Hey man oh leave me alone, you know
Hey man oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine
out of place

Hey man schooldays insane
Hey man my work's down the drain

David Bowie - Sunday

Nothing remains
We could run when the rain slows
Look for the cars or signs of life
Where the heat goes

Look for the drifters

Oh my, naked eyes
I should have kept you
I should have tried
I should of been more wiser kind of guy
I miss you

Give me wings
Give me space

It's safe in the city
To love in a doorway
To wrangle some screams from the door
And isn't it me
Putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh
Trails on a leash
Will you see

Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl
Oh oh oh ohoo little china girl

I could escape this feeling, with my china girl
I feel a wreck without my, little china girl
I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
Saw the stars crashing

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
and sun on your arms
strength in your stride

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

And so the story goes they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the Goodmen 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

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

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

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

(Heart's filthy lesson)
There's always the Diamond friendly
Sitting in the Laugh Motel
The Heart's filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell

Oh, Ramona - if there was only something between us
If there was only something between us

Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson

There's always the diamond friendly
Sitting in the Laugh Hotel
The heart's filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell

I took the call, IAnnotate 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 the end of your life

Small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers
Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Talking bout Monroe and walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go and everything tastes nice
Poor little Greenie, woh ho
Get back home

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, shuffling away (laughter)
Well he trotted back to my house
And he sat beside the telly (Oaah..)
With his tiny hands on his tummy
Chuckling away, laughing all day (laughter)

Cow bell 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 cause the meter's dead
You moved away
Hold your folks you're gonna stay away

Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street

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

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

We passed upon the stair,we spoke in wallse and web,
Althrow I was'n there,he said I was his friend,
Which came as a surprisa.I spoke into his eyes.
I throght you died along,A long,long time ago.
Oh,no,not me,
We never lost control.
The face to face
Of a man who sold the world.

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 odourless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow

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

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

Reaching the very edge, you know

David Bowie 1972 Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars [1st Japan]
01 Five Years 4:43
02 Soul Love 3:32
03 Moonage Daydream 4:38
04 Starman 4:12
05 It Ain't Easy 2:57
06 Lady Stardust 3:20
07 Star 2:46

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

Stars are never sleeping
Dead ones and the living

We live closer to the earth
Never to the heavens
The stars are never far away
Stars are out tonight

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

These are silver wings
These are golden eyes
These are floating clouds
Angel for love
Dreaming alone and I feel this someone
Someone
Listens to me
Listens to me

There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup
There's a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves
It's a secret place and adults aren't allowed there Mr. Grownup,
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

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

A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die
For this is not america

Blossom fails to bloom
This season
Promise not to stare

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

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

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

Way back in time, someone said try some
I tried some, now buy some, I bought some, oh oh oh
After a while when I had tried them, denied them
I opened my eyes and I saw you

Not a thing did I have
Not a thing did I see
Till I called on your love

I've seen the city
I took the next flight
for Borneo
They say it's pretty
I like the t-shirts
in Borneo
Some wear Bob Marley
Others in Playboy

Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention
To a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a,
he's got more channels
So hologramic,
Oh my TVC one five
I brought my baby home, she

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

Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention
To a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a

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 gasworks,
Past the river, down the high street
Back to mother,

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

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

No one can blame you
For walking away
But too much rejection, na na
No love injection, na na
Life can be easy
It's not always swell
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl
'Cause it hurts like hell

In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now we're swimming luck by the river doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears

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

The 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

Valentine told me who's to go
Feelings he's treasured most of all
The teachers and the football stars
It's in his tiny face
It's in his scrawny hands
Valentine told me so
He's got something to say
It's Valentine's Day

You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red
You got wit from my tongue, name on the sun
I gotcha going to my breast
Cause you're the only one, who uses school to pleasure

You make me act real gone, you make me trawl along
I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry

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
Bridlington-Spa lots

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

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

When I Live My Dream (оригинал 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

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

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

(Hey, it ain't over)
Me, I hope that I'm crazy
I feel you driving and rolling 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

"Without You"

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

There's no smoke without fire

In this age of grand illusion
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,

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 the city
We walked proud and lustful

Where's the pain in the violent night?
I'm depressed by the grill
I stay over many years I should have thought of that
For the love of the money
Like a black-hearted vile thing
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

They pulled in just behind the bridge
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

1. «Young Americans» — 5:10
2. «Win» — 4:44
3. «Fascination» (Дэвид Боуи, Лютер Вандросс) — 5:43
4. «Right» — 4:13
5. «Somebody Up There Likes Me» — 6:30
6. «Across the Universe» (Джон Леннон/Пол Маккартни) — 4:30
7. «Can You Hear Me?» — 5:04
8. «Fame» (Дэвид Боуи, Карлос Аломар, Джон Леннон) — 4:12

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 is back claiming redemption is on your heels
And a toothless past is asking you how it feels

Ziggy played guitar, jammin' good with Weird and Gilly,
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 screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang

HEROES

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them just for one day
We can be heroes just for one day

Одна из любимых у "новейшего" Боуи... 1993 год.

В вольном переводе означает, что автор заявляет: даже если я потерял любовь, почти всех родных и друзей, "я сидел в тюрьме и лежал в психбольнице", а мой брат-близнец только что бросился с небоскреба -
..НЕ ДОЖДЕТЕСЬ, СУКИ!!!