@ALBUM: Space Oddity
David Bowie
The Man Who Sold The World
All The Madmen
David Bowie
Space Oddity
@SONG: Space OddityGround Control to Major Tom,
Ground Control to Major Tom,
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
Ten
Ground Control to Major Tom Nine,Eight,Seven
Commencing countdown, engines on Six,Five Four
Check igition and may God's love be with you Three,Two,One
LiftoffThis is Ground Control to Major Tom,
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear.
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare.This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today.For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world,
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.Though I've passed one hundred thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still,
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.
Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows.Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you...Here I am floating round my tin can,
Far above the Moon,
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.@SONG: Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
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 the 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.
I'm the Cream
Of the Great Utopia Dream.
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen.I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose,
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones,
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain.
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day.
So now,You could spend the morning walking with me,quite amazed
As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed.I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread.
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen.
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream.
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
Look out,I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed.Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl.
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor.
And the Braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly.
It's very catching.So now,you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed@SONG: Letter to Hermione
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?
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do.
So I've been writing just for you.They say your life is going very well.
They say you sparkle like a different girl.
But something tells me that you hide
When all the world is warm and tired.
You cry a little in the dark,
Well so do I.
I'm not quite sure what you're supposed to say,
But I can see it's not okay.He makes you laugh
He brings you out in style.
He treats you well
And makes you up real fine.
And when he's strong,
He's strong for you.
And when you kiss
It's something new.
But did you ever call my name
Just by mistake?
I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do.
So I'll just write some love to you.@SONG: The Cygnet Committee
I bless you madly
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly
Just in time,at times,I guess.
Because of you I need to rest,
Because it's you that sets the test.So much has gone and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear,
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter."I gave Them life,
I gave Them all.
They drained my very soul...dry.
I crushed my heart to ease Their pains
No though for me remains there.
Nothing can They spare.
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy.
I opened doors that would have blocked Their way.
I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay.
I ravaged at my finance just for Those,
Those whose claims were steeped in peace,tranquility.
Those who said a new world,new ways ever free.
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me."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,oh yea,
Because it's You that sets the test.So much has gone and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory,untold dream,where all is God and God is just a word."We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had.
Not of the best of men, but Ours.
We used him.
We let him use his powers.
We let him fill Our needs.
Now We are strong.And the road is coming to its end.
Now the damned have no time to make amends.
No purse of token fortunes stands in Our way.
The silent guns of love will blast the sky.We broke the ruptured structure built of age.
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage.
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers,
Sons of dirt.Infiltrated business cesspools,
Hating through Our sleeve,
Yes, and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor on slogans such as'Wish You Could Hear,'
'Love Is All We Need,'
'Kick Out The Jams,'
'Kick Out Your Mother,'
'Cut Up Your Friend,'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End.'And We Know the Flag of Love is from Above.
And We Can Force You to Be Free
And We Can Force You to Believe."And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain,
For I once read a book in which lovers were slain,
For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain,
It said:"I believe in the Power of Good.
I Believe in the State of Love.
I Will Fight For the Right to be Right.
I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the Right to be Right."And I open my eyes to look around,
And I see a child laid slain on the ground.
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows,
Ploughing down man,woman,listening to its command.
But not hearing anymore-
Not hearing anymore,
Just the shrieks from the old rich.And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls 'Now',
And I Want to Believe
That a light's shining through
Somehow.And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
Oh,We Want to LiveWe Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to LiveI Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to LiveLive
Live
Live@SONG: Janine
Oh my love,Janine
I'm helpless for your smile.
Like a Polish wanderer,
I travel onwards to your land.
And were it not just for the jewels I'd close your handYour strange demand
To 'collocate' my mind
Scares me into gloom.
You're too intense,
I'll have to keep you in your place.
I've no defence.
I've got to keep the veil on my face.Janine,Janine,you'd like to know me well,
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face.Janine,Janine,you'd like to crash my walls,
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all.You're fey, Janine,
A tripper to the last.
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I'll have a right to shout you down.
For you're a lazy stream
In which my thoughts would drown.So stay, Janine
And we can glide along.
I've caught your for laughs,
I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year.
So take your glasses off
And don't act so sincere.Janine,Janine,you'd like to know me well,
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face.Janine,Janine,you'd like to crash my walls,
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all.@SONG: An Occasional Dream
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.In our madness
We burnt one hundred days,
Time takes time to pass
And I still hold some ashes to me,
An Occasional Dream.And we'd sleep,oh so close,
But not really close our eyes
'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...
Gently weeping nights
It was long,long ago
And I can't touch your name.
For the days of fate were strong for you...
Danced you far from me.In my madness
I see your face in mine.
I keep a photograph,
It burns my wall with time
Time,
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.
An Occasional Dream
Of mine.Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud
---- ---- --- ---- ---------
Solemn faced,
The village settles down,
Undetected my 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
Into its bag.
Blows his pipe of smolders,
Blankets smoke into the room.
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one.Staring through the message in his eyes
Lies a solitary son
>From the mountain called the Freecloud
Where the eagle dare not fly.
And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication
For the townsmen to decide.
So the village Dreadful yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog.
Oh "It's the madness in his eyes"
As he breaks the night to cry:
"It's really Me.
Really You
And really Me.
It's so hard for us to really be
Really You
And really Me.
You'll lose me though I'm always really free."And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the Wild Eyed Boy from FreecloudAnd the village Dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise
For the smile stayed on his face
Of the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud.And the women once proud
Clutched the heart of the crowd
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand
And the Magic in the stare
Of the Wild Eyed Boy said:
"Stop,Freecloud
They won't think to cut me down."
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell
And the tears on the face
Of the Wise Boy
Came trembling down
To the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace/love
Stumbled back to cry among the clouds,
Kicking back the pebbles
>From the Freecloud mountain
Track.God Knows I'm Good
--- ----- --- ----
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
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind.Crying
"God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God may look the other way today.
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God may look the other way today."Then she moved towards the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag.
Persperation trickled down her forehead.
And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid uponm her shoulder,
She was led away bewildered and amazed.
Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counterAs her escort asked her softly for her name.
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor.Crying
" God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
Surely God won't look the other way
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
Surely God won't look the other way "@SONG: Memory of a Free Festival
The Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass,
We played Our songs and felt the London sky
Resting on our Hands.
It was God's land.
It was rugged and naive.
It was Heaven.Touch,We touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life.
We claimed the very source of joy ran through.
It didn't,but it seemed that way.
I kissed a lot of people that day.Oh,to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
To paint that love upon a white balloon,
And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed beyond his
brain.
Satori must be something just the same.We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through.
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
And away they soared,
Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud.
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd.
And We walked back to the road,unchained."The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party."
"The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party."
"The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party."
"The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party."
"The Sun Machine is Coming Down,and We're Gonna Have a Party."
