Category David Bowie

The Jean Genie

"A 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 right
Poor little Greenie

CHORUS
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He’s outrageous

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The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell

"What to wear
What to say
What to do on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on Sunday night
Reaching the very edge

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Time Will Crawl

"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
He saw the sun in the night
He took a top-gun pilot
He made him fly thru a hole
Till he grew real old
And he never came down
He just flew till he burst

Time will crawl till our mouths run dry
Time will crawl till our feet grow small
Time will crawl till our tails fall off
Time will crawl till the 21st century lose

I saw a black black stream
Full of white eyed fish
And a drowning man
With no eyes at all
I felt a warm warm breeze
That melted metal and steel
I got a bad migraine
That lasted three long years
And the pills that I took
Made my fingers disappear

Time will crawl

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Changes

"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
I’m much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware ...

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The Motel

"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
It’s not Eden but it’s no sham

There is no hell
There is no shame
There is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell

And it’s lights up

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