@ALBUM: Aladdin Sane
David Bowie (c) 1973
(Lyrics entered by Jherry Cornelius 2/16/1992
from the Rykodisc 1990 release)
@SONG: Watch That Man
Shakey threw a party that lasted all night
Everybody drank a lot of something nice
There was an old fashioned band of married
men
Looking up to me for encouragement - it was
so-so
The ladies looked bad but the music was sad
No one took their eyes of Lorraine
She shimmered and the strolled like a Chicago
moll
Her Leather looked better and better - it
was so-so
Yea! it was time to unfreeze
When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his
knees
Slam! so it wasn't a game
Cracking all the mirrors in shame
Watch That Man! Oh Honey Watch That Man
He talks like a jerk but he could eat you
with a fork and spoon
Watch That Man! Oh Honey Watch That Man
He walks like a jerk
But he's only taking care of the room
Must be in tune
A benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands
So Shakey hung him up to dry
The pundots were jokin' the manholes were
smokin'
And every bottle battled with the reason why
The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone
A throw back from someone's LP
A lemon in the bad played the Tiger Rag
And the bodies on the screen stopped bleeding
Yeah! Watch That Man
He talks like a jerk but he could eat you
with a fork and spoon
Watch That Man! Oh Honey Watch That Man
He walks like a jerk
But he's only taking care of the room
Must be in tune
@SONG: Aladdin Sane (1913-1938-1977)
Watching him dash away, stringing an old bouquet-dead
roses
Sake and strange diving Um-m-m-m you'll make
it
Passionate bright young things takes him away
to war -- don't fake it
Saddening glissando strings
Um-m-m-m you'll make it
Who'll Love Aladdin Sane
Battle cries and champagne just in time for
sunrise
Who'll Love Aladdin Sane
Motor sensational, Paris or may be hell --
I'm waiting
Clutches of sad remains
Waits for Aladdin
Sane -- you'll make it
Who'll love Aladdin Sane
Millions weep a fountain, just in case of
sunrise
Who'll love Aladdin Sane
@SONG: Drive In Saturday
Let me put my arms about your head
Gee, it's hot let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn out the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be allright
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
And try to get it on like once before
when people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman played at work
That neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formations with this
fall out
saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
That stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Which once had raised a sea that raged no
more
Like the video films we saw
His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
And she'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
and turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a Drive-in Saturday
@SONG: Panic In Detroit
He looked a lot like Che Guevera, Drove a diesel
van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, Such a humble
man
The only survivor of the National People's
Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an Autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would
phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke
the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were
left alive
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an Autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would
phone
Panic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot
machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic
lights
Having scored a million dollars, made a run
back home
Found him slumped across the table. A gun
and me alone
I ran to the window. Looked for a plane to
two
Panic in Detroit. He'd left me an Autograph
"Let me collect dust." I wish someone would
phone
Panic in Detroit
@SONG: Cracked Actor
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
Suck, baby, suck, give me your head
Before you start professing that you're knocking
me dead
You caught yourself a trick down on Sunset
and Vine
But since he pinned you baby you're a porcupine
You sold me illusions for a sack full of cheques
You've made a bad connection 'cause I just
want your sex
Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real
Smack, baby, smack, is all that you feel
Suck, baby, suck, give me your head
Before you start professing that you're knocking
me dead
@SONG: Time
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
Time - In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in the brain regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think
"Oh God I'm still alive"
We should be on by now
You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time
Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time
Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dream, I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has
left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed. Your park was
real dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling thought
this darkness
But all I have to give is guilt for dreaming
We should be on by now
Songs: The Prettiest Star
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
tired
It's a trick to make you see wide
It can all but break your heart in pieces
Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the past
How you moved in the past
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star
One day though it might as well be someday
You and I will rise up all the way
All because of what you are
The Prettiest Star
@SONG: The Jean Genie
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back plazas
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 right
Poor little Greenie
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!
Sits like a man but smiles like a reptile
She loves him, she loves him but just for
a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his
hand
He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up
underwear
Poor little Greenie
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!
He's so simple minded he can't drive his module
He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule
Loves to be loved, loves to be loved
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and and bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!
@SONG: Lady Grinning Soul
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 at cool Canasta
And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid
of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the
love of her caress
She will be your living end
She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on
you
But she won't stake her life on you
How can life become her point of view
And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid
of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the
love of her caress
She will be your living end
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