Candidate
David Bowie Lyrics


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I'll make you a deal
Like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home
'Cause your future's at stake
My set is amazing
It even smells like a street
There's a bar at the end
Where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the wall
"I smell the blood of Les Tricoteuses"
Wrote up scandals in other bars

I'm having so much fun
With the poisonous people
Spreading rumors and lies
And stories they made up
Some make you sing
And some make you scream
One makes you wish
That you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner
That's selling papier-mâché
Making bulletproof faces
Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys get it here, thing

So you scream out of line
"I want you, I need you
Anyone out there? Any time?"
Trés butch little number whines
"Hey dirty, I want you
When it's good, it's really good, and when it's
Bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, boys
Get it here thing

Well on the street where you live
I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar like a church
With the door ajar
Well, I guess we've must be looking
For a different kind
But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds
'Til the sun drips blood
On the seedy young knights
Who press you on the ground
While shaking in fright
I guess we could cruise down
One more time
With you by my side
It should be fine
We'll buy some drugs




And watch a band
Then jump in a river holding hands

Overall Meaning

In “Candidate,” David Bowie portrays himself as a presidential hopeful making promises to the voters. The song begins with him talking about the deal he will make like any other political candidate, pretending to walk home while talking about his incredible set that smells like the street. Along the way, there's a bar where he can meet up with the listener and their friend. The third verse mentions an unsettling message scrawled on the wall of one of the bars, saying “I smell the blood of Les Tricoteuses,” followed by a reference to other gossip and scandals in other bars.


Bowie continues to describe his interactions with the poisonous people spreading rumors and lies, some true and some made up. The chorus refers to a shop selling papier-mâché bulletproof faces of notorious figures like Charles Manson and Cassius Clay. The song progresses with an invitation to listeners looking to have a good time to come and get what they want - referring to men being sold as commodities, possibly alluding to prostitution. The final verse is about the singer's own feelings, specifically his shame for cheating on someone and trying to reconcile with them, despite knowing they sought different kinds of people. The song ends with the suggestion that they can go cruising together one last time, buy drugs, and watch a band before jumping into a river holding hands.


Line by Line Meaning

I'll make you a deal
Let's make an agreement


Like any other candidate
Just like any politician


We'll pretend we're walking home
We'll act as if we're walking back to our place, being sneaky


'Cause your future's at stake
As it is a crucial moment for you


My set is amazing
My life's so glamorous


It even smells like a street
Even my lavish lifestyle has flaws, so it still reeks of a common street


There's a bar at the end
There's a place where people congregate


Where I can meet you and your friend
Where I can finally meet your other acquaintance


Someone scrawled on the wall
I noticed that somebody wrote on the wall


"I smell the blood of Les Tricoteuses"
They wrote that they smelled the blood of revolutionaries


Wrote up scandals in other bars
They also wrote gossip in other establishments


I'm having so much fun
I'm enjoying myself so much


With the poisonous people
With bad company who are full of venom


Spreading rumors and lies
Gossiping and spreading untruthful tales


And stories they made up
And other stories that they've created


Some make you sing
Some tales could make you feel ecstatic


And some make you scream
While some could make you scream


One makes you wish
And there's one story that you regret hearing


That you'd never been seen
For fear that you've been exposed


But there's a shop on the corner
By the street corner, there's a shop


That's selling papier-mâché
They're selling fake faces


Making bulletproof faces
Creating masks that are indestructible


Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
Including famous dangerous people from history


If you want it, boys get it here, thing
If you need it, you can find it here


So you scream out of line
You scream in excitement


"I want you, I need you
You shout, 'I require you'


Anyone out there? Any time?"
'Anyone there? Anytime?'


Trés butch little number whines
The rough man whines


"Hey dirty, I want you
He calls, 'Hey filthy person, I want you'


When it's good, it's really good, and when it's Bad I go to pieces"
'When it's exceptional, it's fantastic. But when it's bad, I fall apart'


If you want it, boys Get it here thing
If you need it, come and get it here


Well on the street where you live
And now, we're on your block


I could not hold up my head
I cannot stand tall


For I put all I have in another bed
I gave all my love to another person


On another floor, in the back of a car
We loved in another place, in a hidden car


In the cellar like a church
It was like a chapel in the basement


With the door ajar
With the door slightly open


Well, I guess we've must be looking
I guess we must be looking for another kind


For a different kind
For another type of person


But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds
But we won't stop searching until we get the right person


'Til the sun drips blood
Until it's all too late


On the seedy young knights
On those reckless young men


Who press you on the ground
Who'll bring you down on the ground


While shaking in fright
While they're trembling with fear


I guess we could cruise down
We could go for another ride


One more time
Just one more time


With you by my side
With you next to me


It should be fine
Everything will be okay


We'll buy some drugs
We'll buy some narcotics


And watch a band
And enjoy some live music


Then jump in a river holding hands
Then we'll leap into the river together, holding hands




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: David Bowie

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