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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
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
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you
All the corners of the buildings
Who but we remember these?
The sidewalks and trees
I'm thinking now
(I got a better way) I discovered a star
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way) A new killer star
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way) The stars in your eyes
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way) I discovered a star
(I got a better way) Ready set go
See my life in a comic
Like the way they did the bible
With the bubbles and action
The little details in color
First a horseback bomber
Just a small thin chance
Like seeing Jesus on dateline
Let's face the music and dance
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you
All the corners of the buildings
Who but we remember these?
The sidewalks and trees
I'm thinking now
(I got a better way) I discovered a star
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way) A new killer star
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way) The stars in your eyes
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way) I discovered a star
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way)
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way)
(I got a better way) Ready set go
Ooo oo oooo
(I got a better way) Ready set go
(I got a better way)
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by Jonathan Richman
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
Well, some people try to pick up girls and they get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
The girls would turn the color of a juicy avacado
When he would drive down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down your street, girls could not resist his stare
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Not like you
Wow!
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 wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
He could walk down your street and girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Well, the girls would turn the color of a juicy avacado
When he would drive down their street in his El Dorado
Well, he was only 5'3" but girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York
Wow!
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 wall
Pablo's feeling better now
Hanging by his fingernails
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Better take care
I 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 breath so deep when the movie gets real
When the star turns round
Again and again
Looks me in the eye, says he's got his mind on a countdown(3,2,1)
Forever
I'm screaming that I'm gonna be living on till the end of time
Forever
The sky splits open to a dull red skull
My head hangs low cause it's all over now
And there's never gonna be enough money
And there's never gonna be enough drugs
And I'm never ever gonna get old
There's never gonna be enough bullets
There's never gonna be enough sex
And I'm never ever gonna get old
So I'm never ever gonna get high
And I'm never ever gonna get low
And I'm never ever gonna get old
Better take care
The moon flows on to the edges of the world because of you
Again and again
And I'm awake in an age of light and living it because of you
Better take care
I'm looking to the future, solid as a rock
Because of you
Again and again
Wanna be here, then I wanna be there
Living just like you, living just like me
Forever
Putting on my gloves
And I bury my bones in the marshland
Forever
Think about my soul
But I don't need a thing
Just the ring of the bell in the pure clean air
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...
I'm never ever gonna get...
And I'm never ever gonna get old
And I'm never ever gonna get...
And I'm never ever gonna get...
I'm never ever gonna get old
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Streets turn from walls
Empty smell, that's all
Weeds between buildings
Pictures on my hard drive
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
Steam on the floor
Shots by the mirror's frame
Clouds green and old
No Sign No nothing Now
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
All the pages that have turned
All the errors left unlearned, oh
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
In the world
Not me
Not me
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Still the leaves are spinning 'round
Take my hand as we go down, and down, and down
Looking for water
Well, our light's gone in a New York minute
Don't know about you, but my heart's not in it
(Looking, looking, looking)
I'm looking for water
I'm looking for water
(Looking, looking, looking)
I can't breathe the air, can't raise a fact
'Cause all we've got left is a beat in the night, and I'm
(Looking for water)
Looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
Take my hand as we go down, and down
Leave it all behind, nothing could be found
(I'm, looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
(I, looking for water)
Looking everywhere
(Looking for water)
Looking here and there
(I'm looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I can't live in this cage, I can't eat this candy
The edge of the earth to the spin in my head
The look in your eyes and never means never
The dawn's early light, baby, dark is forever
(Looking, looking)
(Looking, looking)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
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 slipped beneath the sheets
Her husband's quiet devoted wife
But strange, and sad, and nervous
By the dawn's early light
And love lies like a dead clown
On a shabby yellow lawn
Up on Riverside
She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
She'll keep her mind on Jessica
South along the Hudson
She'll turn the radio high
Find a station playing sad, sad, soul
Just a little bit louder now
(Just a little bit louder now)
South along the Hudson
(I'll bring you there)
Just a little bit faster now
(Just a little bit faster now)
Just a little bit louder now
(Just a little bit louder now)
Just a little bit angry now
(Just a little bit angry now)
South along the Hudson
(I'll bring you there)
She'll drive the big car
Tuck herself to sleep
(I'll bring you there)
Just a little bit louder now
(Just a little bit louder now)
Just a little bit angry now
(I'll bring you there)
Way back when millenium
Meant racing to the light
He promised her the dream life
He took her back to street life
Away from wild and water
With his cormorants and leaves
Up on Riverside
Uh, she'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
Bursting her bubbles of love and grand
South along the Hudson
She'll turn the radio way up high
Find a station playing sad, sad soul
Just a little bit louder now
(Just a little bit louder now)
South along the Hudson
(I'll bring you there)
Just a little bit faster now
(Just a little bit faster now)
Just a little bit louder now
(Just a little bit louder now)
Just a little bit angry now
(Just a little bit angry now)
South along the Hudson
(I'll bring you there)
Just a little bit faster now
(Just a little bit faster now)
Just a little bit louder now
(Just a little bit louder now)
Just a little bit angry now
(Just a little bit angry now)
South along the Hudson
(I'll bring you there)
She'll drive the big car
He'll sit behind
(I'll bring you there)
She'll keep her mind on Jessica
Just a little bit faster now
(I'll bring you there)
Just a little bit faster now
(Just a little bit faster now)
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
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
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hope little girl
Come blow me away
I don't care much
I will anyway
Just a dog
I'm Goddamn rich
I'm exploading mad
When I talk in the night
It's all in my hands
What a dog
Fall Dog is good and smart
Smart time breaks the heart
Fall Dog bombs the moon
Devil in the market place
Devil in your bleeding face
Fall Dog bombs the moon
What a dog
There's always a moron
Someone to hate
A corporate tire
A wig in the date
Just a dog
These blackest of years
That have no sound
No shape, no depth
No underground
What a dog
Fall Dog is good and smart
Smart time breaks the heart
Fall Dog bombs the moon
The Devil in the market place
The Devil in your bleeding face
Fall Dog bombs the moon
What a dog
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by George Harrison
Way back in time
Someone said try some
I tried some
Now buy some
I bought some
Oh, ho
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
And your love came to me
Woh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Woh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho
Through my life
I've seen gray sky
Met big fry
Seen them die to get high
Oh, ho, ho
And when it seemed that I would
Always be lonely
I opened my eyes and I saw you
Not a thing did I feel
Not a thing did I know
'Till I called on your love
And your love sure did grow
Woh, ho, oh, ho, ho, ho
Woh, ho, ho, ho, oh, ho
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho
Won't you try some?
Baby, won't you buy some?
Won't you try some?
Baby, won't you buy some?
Woh, woh, woh, ho, oh
Woh, woh, woh, ho, oh
Woh, woh, woh, oh
Woh, woh, woh, ho, oh
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Tragic youth was looking young and sexy
The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans
Bearing arms and flooring all her mischief
The tragic youth was growing down on me
And I swear
Hoo, hoo
Yes, I swear
I feel the wall of silence separate us
I hear the morning junk, her wretched highs
I spin from Planet X to Planet Alpha
Struggling for reality
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Woo hoo
Hey, now my sight is failing in this twilight
Duh duh duh duh duh-duh duh-duh-duh
Now my death is more than just a sad song
Da duh duh duh duh-duh duh-duh-duh
And I swear
Hoo, hoo
Yes, I swear
Hoo, hoo
I still don't remember how this happened
I still don't get the 'wherefores' and the 'whys'
I look for scent and I get next to nothing
Hey, boy, welcome to reality
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
I've been right, but I've been wrong
Now I'm back where I started from
Never looked over reality's shoulder
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Huh, ha, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
Huh, ha, ha
Woo, hoo
Wooh
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
You promised me the ending would be clear
You'd let me know when the time was now
Don't let me know when your opening the door
Stap 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
Or the crumpled paper it was written on
Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible
Hot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me down a river of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the street with the good time girls
Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible
We could dance, dance, dance through the fire
Dance, dance, dance through the fire
Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the Disco King
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Dead or alive
Bring me the Disco King, bring me the Disco King
Bring me the Disco King, bring me the Disco King
Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the 70's
Smelling of love thru' the moist wind
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to release
Dance, dance, dance through the fire
Dance, dance, dance through the fire
Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the Disco King
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Dead or alive
Bring me the Disco King, bring me the Disco King
Bring me the Disco King, bring me the Disco King
Bring me the Disco King, bring me the Disco King
Bring me the Disco King, bring me the Disco King
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Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night
People so busy, makes me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don't need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Terry meets Julie at Waterloo Station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don't want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine
Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset
They are in paradise
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine
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- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car
Dying for the weekend
The kids are alright but they don't smell much
The sellup in the garage in the decks and the stuff
Dying for the weekend
The boys on a charge but his mother doesn't know
I never got around yet I tell it my soul
But we only make it crazy
We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in my car
Dying for the weekend
The kids are gonna get it in an all right way
Looking pretty though but I still want to say
(Do you really have to go?)
Down in the backstreet the skinny get cries
Bad judge saturday another life line
Dying for the weekend
We'll I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
When I can fly and fall to all the end and I can fly
I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head
I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly
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Queen of
Queen of all the tarts
Queen of
Queen of all the tarts
Queen of
Queen of all the tarts
Queen of
Queen of all the tarts
Queen of
Queen of
Queen of
Queen of
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Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (x3)
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
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
Oh?
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (x2)
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dues
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
So what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooo, your face is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh
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