The Angels Have Gone David Bowie

5:15 I'm changing trains This little town Let me down This foreign rain Brings me down 5:15 Train overdue Angels have gone No ticket I'm jumping tracks I'm changing time CHORUS We never

Dead Man Walking David Bowie

And I'm gone, gone, gone Now I'm older than movies Let me dance away Now I'm wiser than dreams Let me fly, fly, fly While I'm touching tomorrow And I know who's there When silhouettes fall And

Dead Man Walking David Bowie

And I'm gone, gone, gone Now I'm older than movies Let me dance away Now I'm wiser than dreams Let me fly, fly, fly While I'm touching tomorrow And I know who's there When silhouettes fall And

Where Have All the Good Times Gone (2015 Remaster) David Bowie

all the good times gone Where have all the good times gone Where have all the good times gone Once we had an easy ride and always felt the same Time was on our side and I had everything to gain Let it

New Angels Of Promise David Bowie

Reaching the very edge you know Reaching the very edge I'm going to the other side of this town Reaching the very edge You're still breathing but you don't know why Life's a bit and sometimes you

Glass Spider David Bowie

But the Glass Spider would have long gone, having known that the babies Would survive someone on their own. Oh-The Glass Spider had blue eyes almost like-a human's.

Remembering Marie A. David Bowie

It was a day in that blue month September Silent beneath the plum trees' slender shade I held her there My love, so pale and silent As if she were a dream that must not fade Above us in the shining

Bang Bang David Bowie

Wow, this ain't the right thing to do So, so let, 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

We Prick You David Bowie

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

Day In Day Out David Bowie

Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo She was born in a handbag love left on a doorstep What she lacks is a backup nothing seems to make a dent Gonna find her some money honey try to pay her rent That's the

Day-In Day-Out David Bowie

Day-In Oo Oo Day-Out Oo Oo Oo She was born in a handbag love left on a doorstep What she lacks is a backup nothing seems to make a dent Gonna find her some money hone try to pay her rent That's the

Dead Man Walking (Moby Mix 2 Us Promo 12") David Bowie

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 And I'm

She's Got Medals David Bowie

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

Young Americans David Bowie

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 CHORUS (SHE) All night She wants the young American

Too Dizzy David Bowie

There's too much talking for a night drive Too much mist in front of my eyes I'm trying not to lose control But you're just pushin' for a fight You look trapped, turn the radio on Too much smoke

Young Americans (2016 Remastered Ver.) David Bowie

took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American

Get Real David Bowie

Oh pity us here we angels of lead We're dead, we're sick hanging by thread Get real Get real You can't stop meaningful teenage cries From deep behind fifty year old eyes Get real Get real

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow David Bowie

You're like a sailor with a girl on every shore Stay with them now for they won't see you any more Like a gypsy forever on the run Stay for a while, while ya look for a whore Like that sailor leaves

Here Today Gone Tomorrow David Bowie

You're like a sailor with a girl on every shore Stay with them now for they won't see you any more Like a gypsy forever on the run Stay for a while, while ya look for a whore Like that sailor leaves, come

Young Americans (Single Version) David Bowie

But [Doo-doo-doo-woo] showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papas' heroes gone?

Velvet Goldmine David Bowie

You got crazy legs You got amazin' hair You got rings on your fingers And your hair's hot red You got wit from my tongue Name on the sun I got you goin' to my breast 'cause you're the only one

Velvet Goldmine (1997 Remaster) David Bowie

You got crazy legs You got amazin' hair You got rings on your fingers And your hair's hot red You got wit from my tongue Name on the sun I got you goin' to my breast 'cause you're the only one Who uses

Young Americans (From '도그빌') David Bowie

" 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 All night She wants the young American

How Lucky You Are David Bowie

When you wake, You wake by me When you walk, You follow two steps behind, in line Shadow stalking, never grasping, seeking for a lead It wasn't love, it was a fix and never wanting me Now I'm gone

O Superman David Bowie

I'm not home right now But if you want to leave a message Just start talking at the sound of the tone Hello? This is your Mother Are you there? Are you coming home? Hello? Is anybody home?

The Cygnet Committee David Bowie

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.

Cygnet Committee David Bowie

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

Cygnet Committee (The Sunday Show - Recorded 5.2.70) [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

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

Diamond Dogs (2016 Remastered Ver.) David Bowie

come I'll keep a friend serene Will they come Oh baby, come unto me Will they come Well, she's come, been and gone Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call

The Bewlay Brothers David Bowie

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

The Bewlay Brothers (2015 Remastered Ver.) David Bowie

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

Boss Of Me David Bowie

Tell me when you're sad I'm gonna make it cool again I know you're feeling bad Tell me when you're cool again Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed That a small town girl like you Would

Port of Amsterdam (The Sunday Show) [Recorded 5.2.70] [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps to the old willow

Amsterdam David Bowie

In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old Willow

Something In The Air (American Psycho Remix) David Bowie

Your coat and hat are gone I've 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

People From Bad Homes David Bowie

People from bad homes Don't have time To look things over Make up their minds People from good homes Don't have the minds To care for bad homes Don't have the time Home is the mainland(?)

Love Is Lost David Bowie

It's the darkest hour you're 22 The voice of youth the hour of dread It's the darkest hour and your voice is new Love is lost and lost is love Your country's new your friends are new Your house and even

Looking For A Friend (In Concert - John Peel) [Recorded 3.6.71] [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

Gather 'round all you people Watch me while you can Been trawling too long, I've been losing out strong For the strength of another man I've been hasty, wasty standing on the backstep Waiting for the phone

Looking For A Friend David Bowie

the backstep Waiting for the phone to ring) This semi-acoustic love affair Is driving me to the brink I'm just looking for a friend I'm just looking for a friend You don't have to be a big wheel

I Have Not Been To Oxford Town David Bowie

Baby Grace is the victim She was 14 years of age And the wheels are turning, turning For the finger points at me All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been

Repetition David Bowie

he could have had a cadillac If the school had taught him right And he could have married Anne with the blue silk blouse He could have married Anne with the blue silk blouse And the food is on the

Did You Ever Have a Dream David Bowie

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 David Bowie

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?

The Informer David Bowie

I took the call I 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

Memory Of A Free Festival David Bowie

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.

Memory of a Free Festival (The Sunday Show - Recorded 5.2.70) [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

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.

John, I'M Only Dancing (Again) David Bowie

(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 slept, it's so funky (Music) I'm dancing in the street

Friday on My Mind (2015 Remaster) David Bowie

Monday mornin' feels so bad Ev'rybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday I feel better Even my old man looks good Wed'sday just don't go Thursday goes too slow I've got Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in

No Control David Bowie

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 If I could control tomorrow's

Moon Of Alabama David Bowie

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