Bowie developed an interest in music from an early age. He studied art, music and design before embarking on a professional career as a musician in 1963. "Space Oddity", released in 1969, was his first top-five entry on the UK Singles Chart. After a period of experimentation, he re-emerged in 1972 during the glam rock era with his flamboyant and androgynous alter ego Ziggy Stardust. The character was spearheaded by the success of Bowie's single "Starman" and album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, which won him widespread popularity. In 1975, Bowie's style shifted towards a sound he characterised as "plastic soul", initially alienating many of his UK fans but garnering him his first major US crossover success with the number-one single "Fame" and the album Young Americans. In 1976, Bowie starred in the cult film The Man Who Fell to Earth and released Station to Station. In 1977, he again changed direction with the electronic-inflected album Low, the first of three collaborations with Brian Eno that came to be known as the "Berlin Trilogy". "Heroes" (1977) and Lodger (1979) followed; each album reached the UK top five and received lasting critical praise.
After uneven commercial success in the late 1970s, Bowie had three number-one hits: the 1980 single "Ashes to Ashes", its album Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps), and "Under Pressure" (a 1981 collaboration with Queen). He achieved massive commercial success in the 1980s starting with Let's Dance (1983). Between 1988 and 1992, he fronted the hard rock band Tin Machine before resuming his solo career in 1993. Throughout the 1990s and 2000s, Bowie continued to experiment with musical styles, including industrial and jungle. He also continued acting; his roles included Major Jack Celliers in Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence (1983), Jareth the Goblin King in Labyrinth (1986), Pontius Pilate in The Last Temptation of Christ (1988), and Nikola Tesla in The Prestige (2006), among other film and television appearances and cameos. He stopped touring after 2004 and his last live performance was at a charity event in 2006. In 2013, Bowie returned from a decade-long recording hiatus with The Next Day. He remained musically active until his death from liver cancer at his home in New York City. He died two days after both his 69th birthday and the release of his final album, Blackstar (2016).
During his lifetime, his record sales, estimated at over 100 million records worldwide, made him one of the best-selling musicians of all time. In the UK, he was awarded ten platinum, eleven gold and eight silver album certifications, and released 11 number-one albums. In the US, he received five platinum and nine gold certifications. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1996. Rolling Stone ranked him among the greatest artists in history. As of 2022, Bowie was the best-selling vinyl artist of the 21st century.
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Bowie
Studio albums
David Bowie (1967)
David Bowie/Space Oddity (1969)
The Man Who Sold the World (1970)
Hunky Dory (1971)
The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars (1972)
Aladdin Sane (1973)
Pin Ups (1973)
Diamond Dogs (1974)
Young Americans (1975)
Station to Station (1976)
Low (1977)
"Heroes" (1977)
Lodger (1979)
Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) (1980)
Let's Dance (1983)
Tonight (1984)
Never Let Me Down (1987)
Black Tie White Noise (1993)
The Buddha of Suburbia (1993)
Outside (1995)
Earthling (1997)
Hours (1999)
Heathen (2002)
Reality (2003)
The Next Day (2013)
Blackstar (2016)
Hunky Dory
David Bowie Lyrics
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They said the things to make it seem improbable
Whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the good men tomorrow had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions
I was stone and he was wax so he could scream and still relax
Unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Through our veins and though it was midnight back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the cathedral floor
The solid book we wrote cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
And if the Devil may be here
But he can't sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers
And now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
He's chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature
Shooting up pie in the sky
Bewlay brothers
In the feeble, in the bad
Bewlay brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of Oblivion
We were so turned on
In the night walk pavilion
Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked I might just slip away
Just for the day, ay
Please come away, ay
Just for the day, ay
Please come away, ay
Please come away, ay
Just for the day, ay
Please come away, ay
Please come away, ay
Please come away, ay
Please come away, ay
Away
Away
The lyrics of David Bowie's "The Bewlay Brothers" is a beautifully poetic, intricate, and enigmatic song. The lyrics describe the experiences of the Bewlay Brothers, two people described in the song that are not well understood. The song's first verse features the story of people wearing clothes and saying things that make truth seem like a lie. The second verse describes the hidden power of the world's wealthy people, where they achieve their positions with false sincerity and trust. The final chorus describes the king of oblivion trying to communicate with the Bewlay Brothers.
The song is full of various questions and answers that provide a unique insight into the relationship between the singer and the Bewlay Brothers. The lyrics could be interpreted in various ways, leading to a somewhat conflicting understanding of the song's story. Some believe it to be a song about lost youth, and others believe it to be a song about a trip, with the Bewlay Brothers being an abstraction about that trip's experience. The song ends with a plea to be taken away, offering to leave shoes and doors unlocked.
Line by Line Meaning
And so the story goes they wore the clothes
The people in the story dressed a certain way to try and make their story seem more improbable or interesting.
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The people in the story said things to add to the perceived veracity of their story.
Whale of a lie like they hope it was
The people in the story told an unbelievable lie, hoping it would be seen as true.
And the good men tomorrow had their feet in the wallow
The good men of tomorrow were caught up in something dirty or unsavory.
And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn
The strong, powerful men of the story were made to look weak and vulnerable.
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
The men in power traded on false sweetness and trust to secure their positions.
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
The world wasn’t paying attention to the subtle signs of something happening.
Sighings swirl through the streets like the crust of the sun, the Bewlay Brothers
There was a sense of unease or worry among the people in the story.
In our wings that bark
The characters in the story had sharp, threatening or prominent wings.
Flashing teeth of brass
The characters had bold or intimidating teeth, perhaps as a symbol of power or intimidation.
Standing tall in the dark
The characters were tall and imposing, especially in the midst of darkness or shadows.
Oh, and we were gone
The characters had disappeared, perhaps to avoid attention or danger.
Hanging out with your dwarf men
The characters in the story were spending time with people who were small or insignificant.
We were so turned on
The characters were excited or energized by something they were experiencing.
By your lack of conclusions
The characters were invigorated by the absence of a clear answer, or the possibility of something being unknown or uncertain.
I was stone and he was wax so he could scream and still relax
One person in the story was like stone, emotionless or unyielding, while the other was soft, pliable, but able to stay calm even in stressful situations.
Unbelievable
The situation or story was hard to believe, or perhaps even impossible.
And we frightened the small children away
The characters had frightened or scared people who were vulnerable or powerless.
And our talk was old and dust would flow
The characters' conversation was filled with antiquated ideas or language, with no new or fresh ideas to add.
Through our veins and though it was midnight back at the kitchen door
No matter how late it was, or how far they had gone from home, the characters' shared history or bond still held firm.
Like the grim face on the cathedral floor
The characters had a somber or serious expression, akin to the face of a gargoyle or statue in a holy place.
The solid book we wrote cannot be found today
Despite their efforts or accomplishments, the record of what they had done couldn't be found or remembered.
And it was stalking time for the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers
The characters may have been hunted or targeted, and were in a particularly dangerous or threatening situation.
With our backs on the arch
The characters were pressed against a wall or structure, with no escape.
And if the Devil may be here
There may have been something evil or demonic nearby in the story.
But he can't sing about that
The Devil couldn’t express or articulate anything he may have been feeling or doing.
Real cool traders
The characters in the story were cool or hip people who traded goods or ideas.
We were so turned on
Again, the characters were energized, excited, or passionate about something happening around them.
You thought we were fakers
Other people in the story may have thought the characters were insincere or disingenuous in their actions or words.
And now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
Something has come to an end, as evidenced by putting a dress away and pawning a ticket.
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
Even though the factor that proved the story was true is gone, destroyed or melted down, the truth of it remains.
Woven on the edging of my pillow
Memories or ideas are inextricably part of the fabric of the characters' lives, even as they sleep.
And my brother lays upon the rocks
The characters' brother is lying somewhere uncomfortable or even dangerous.
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
The fate of the brother is uncertain, and the reader or listener may find themselves in a similarly ambiguous situation.
He's chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature
The brother possesses a variety of skills or attributes, and can adapt to different situations or roles.
Shooting up pie in the sky
The brother may have unrealistic or fanciful goals, or be wasting time on unimportant things.
In the feeble, in the bad
Even in situations that are weak or poor, the characters are able to find a way or make the most of it.
In the blessed and cold
Even in situations that are good or privileged, the characters are still affected by the harshness or cruelty of the environment.
In the crutch-hungry dark
In a difficult or needy situation, perhaps requiring help or support.
Was where we flayed our mark
The characters were able to leave a lasting impression or make an impact in these difficult situations.
Oh, and we were gone
The characters were moving on, having left a mark but ready for new experiences or challenges.
Kings of Oblivion
The characters were in charge or the main players in situations where everything was forgotten or ignored.
We were so turned on
Again, the characters were excited, passionate or avid about something.
In the night walk pavilion
The characters were walking or strolling at night, perhaps in an enclosed or special place.
Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy
The characters are asking for food, as if they had none and are very hungry.
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked I might just slip away
The characters may be planning to leave or escape from their current situation.
Just for the day, ay
The characters may be asking for a brief break or moment of respite from their current concerns.
Please come away, ay
The characters may be asking for someone to accompany them in their intended break or escape.
Away
The characters may have emphasized their desire to leave or escape from their current situation.
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Written by: DAVID BOWIE
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Edgardo Kenny
00:00 Changes
03:35 Oh! You Pretty Things
06:47 Eight Line Poem
09:43 Life On Mars?
13:39 Kooks
16:30 Quicksand
21:38 Fill Your Hearts
24:44 Andy Warhol
28:40 Song For Bob Dylan
32:54 Queen Bitch
36:13 The Bewlay Brothers
Real Márcio S. Silva
"Hunky Dory" is a brilliant album by David Bowie that solidifies his status as a musical genius. Released in 1971, it represents a pivotal point in Bowie's career, where he explores a wide range of musical styles and lyrical themes. From the opening track, "Changes," with its iconic piano intro and introspective lyrics, to the closing ballad, "The Bewlay Brothers," this album is a testament to Bowie's versatility and songwriting prowess.
"Hunky Dory" showcases Bowie's ability to seamlessly blend genres, from the folk-inspired "Oh! You Pretty Things" to the glam rock anthem "Life on Mars?" Each track stands on its own, yet the album as a whole maintains a cohesive and captivating narrative.
One of the standout aspects of "Hunky Dory" is its lyrical depth. Bowie's introspective and poetic lyrics delve into themes of identity, fame, and self-expression. Tracks like "Quicksand" and "Andy Warhol" offer thought-provoking social commentary, while "Kooks" and "Fill Your Heart" display a lighter, more playful side of Bowie's songwriting.
The album also features some of Bowie's most memorable melodies and vocal performances. His voice effortlessly transitions between vulnerability and theatricality, captivating the listener with its emotional range.
"Hunky Dory" is a timeless masterpiece that showcases Bowie's immense talent and sets the stage for his groundbreaking albums to come. It remains a favorite among fans and a significant contribution to the landscape of music.
Jeremiah Pickard Music
My review of each song
Changes - One of the best openers in any album only topped by 'Beauty and The Beast' off of 'Heroes'. Brilliant vocals and iconic riff I really like this song and sets up the light mood of the whole record.
Oh! You Pretty Things - One of my favourites again with a catchy chorus and driving beat it is just a brilliant way to continue on from 'Changes'.
Eight Line Poem - This has some nice guitar work that I quite enjoy with David's Piano and vocals making this a quaint little song.
Life on Mars? - How do you describe this masterpiece Oh Man this is good. Brilliant Piano, Vocals, Orchestration, it is by far the best song of the record.
Kooks - Very Quaint but with entertaining lyrics that please. I quite like the charm of just relaxing as the 60s and and the 70s start.
Quicksand - A very Sambre piece of music with lyrics about being unsure of yourself. It is one of my favourites on the record with a the piano part that I particularly like.
Fill Your Heart - It may annoy you if I say this but I feel this one is a little corny but I like the feel David creates with his vocals.
Andy Warhol - Avant Garde opening but I really like this one based around artist Andy Warhol who designed the 'Velvet Underground and Nico' album one that I think David Bowie liked.
Song for Bob Dylan - In my opinion better than 'Like a Rolling Stone' written by this famous country star which I think is good but the song is great I particularly enjoy the chorus.
Queen Bitch - Catch form the first with a great riff and I like the way David Bowie depicts this bitch in his lyrics.
The Bewlay Brothers - It is a darker way to end the album but it is still a great song and the bridge bit is interesting to say the least.
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Dav̲i̲d B̲o̲wie - H̲unky D̲ory - According to Wikipedia, ''Hunky Dory'' is the fourth studio album by English musician David Bowie, released on 17 December 1971 through RCA Records. Following the release of his 1970 album, The Man Who Sold the World, Bowie took time off from recording and touring. He settled down to write new songs, composing on piano rather than guitar as on earlier tracks. Following a tour of the United States, Bowie assembled a new backing band consisting of guitarist Mick Ronson, bassist Trevor Bolder and drummer Mick Woodmansey, and began to record a new album in mid-1971 at Trident Studios in London. Future Yes member Rick Wakeman contributed on piano. Bowie co-produced the album with Ken Scott, who had engineered Bowie's previous two records.
Compared to the guitar-driven hard rock sound of The Man Who Sold the World, Bowie opted for a warmer, more melodic piano-based pop rock and art pop style on Hunky Dory. His lyrical concerns on the record range from the compulsive nature of artistic reinvention on "Changes", to occultism and Nietzschean philosophy on "Oh! You Pretty Things" and "Quicksand"; several songs make cultural and literary references. He was also inspired by his stateside tour to write songs dedicated to three American icons: Andy Warhol, Bob Dylan and Lou Reed. The song "Kooks" was dedicated to Bowie's newborn son Duncan. The album's cover artwork, photographed in monochrome and subsequently recoloured, features Bowie in a pose inspired by actresses of the Hollywood Golden Age.
Upon release, Hunky Dory and its lead single "Changes" received little promotion from RCA who were wary that Bowie would transform his image shortly. Thus, despite very positive reviews from the British and American music press, the album initially sold poorly and failed to chart. It was only after the commercial breakthrough of Bowie's 1972 follow-up album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars that Hunky Dory itself became a commercial success, peaking at number three on the UK Albums Chart. Retrospectively, Hunky Dory has been critically acclaimed as one of Bowie's best works, and features on several lists of the greatest albums of all time. Within the context of his career, it is considered to be the album where "Bowie starts to become Bowie", definitively discovering his voice and style. Track listing =
All tracks are written by David Bowie, except "Fill Your Heart", written by Biff Rose and Paul Williams.
Side one
"Changes" – 3:37
"Oh! You Pretty Things" – 3:12
"Eight Line Poem" – 2:55
"Life on Mars?" – 3:43
"Kooks" – 2:53
"Quicksand" – 5:08
Side two
"Fill Your Heart" – 3:07
"Andy Warhol" – 3:56
"Song for Bob Dylan" – 4:12
"Queen Bitch" – 3:18
"The Bewlay Brothers" – 5:23 PERSONNEL -
David Bowie – vocals, guitar, alto and tenor saxophone, piano ("Oh! You Pretty Things", "Eight Line Poem"
Mick Ronson – guitar, vocals, Mellotron, arrangements
Trevor Bolder – bass guitar, trumpet
Mick Woodmansey – drums
Rick Wakeman – piano
Ken Scott – ARP synthesiser ("Andy Warhol")
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I love whole album, masterpiece!! Listen to it, again and again for 20 years....and more...Right now, hit me "eight line poem", song. So beautiful.....perfect...
"The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down the West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
The branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh"
Rubin Tuesday
Lyrics:
Changes:
Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets and
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 strange)
Ch-ch-changes, don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange)
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 of what they're going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes, don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes, where's your shame?
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah, changes are taking the pace I'm going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes, oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes, pretty soon now you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time
Oh! You Pretty Things:
Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window and what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior
Look out at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of the coming race
The earth is a bitch, we've finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
Gotta make way for the homo superior
Eight Line Poem:
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down the Westside
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city is in the sun
That pins the branches to the sky
Life on Mars?:
It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best-selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best-selling show
Is there life on Mars?
Kooks:
Will you stay in our lovers' story?
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing
Will you stay in our lovers' story?
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing
We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry
And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry
I bought you a pair of shoes
A trumpet you can blow and a book of rules
On what to say to people when they pick on you
'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kooky too
Will you stay in our lovers' story?
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing
And if you ever have to go to the school
Remember how they messed up this old fool
Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads
'Cause I'm not much cop at punching other people's dads
And if the homework brings you down
Then we'll throw it on the fire
And take the car downtown
Will you stay in our lovers' story?
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing
Will you stay in our lovers' story?
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing
Quicksand:
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
Of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No, I ain't got the power anymore
I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets
Divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper's fang
Or herald loud the death of Man
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release
Ah!
Ah!
I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it
On the next Bardo
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release
Ah!
Ah!
Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release
Ah!
Ah!
Lyrics to side two are first reply due to length
Rubin Tuesday
Lyrics to side two:
Fill Your Heart:
Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time
Things that happened in the past
Only happened in your mind
Only in your mind
Oh, forget your mind
And you'll be free, yeah
The writing's on the wall
Free, yeah
And you can know it all if you choose
Just remember, lovers never lose
'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love cleans the mind and makes it free
Oh, happiness is happening
The dragons have been bled
Gentleness is everywhere
And fear's just in your head
Only in your head, fear is in your head
Only in your head, so forget your head
And you'll be free
The writing's on the wall
Free, yeah
And you can know it all if you choose
Just remember, lovers never lose
Because they are free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love will clean your mind and make you free!
Free, yeah yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, etc.
Andy Warhol:
Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two New Pence to have a go
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show
Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all
Andy walking, Andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he's fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise
When he wakes up on the sea
Be sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do
Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all
Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all
Song for Bob Dylan:
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more
Ah, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on my wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising, we'd rather be scared
Together than alone
Ah, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
Tell him we've lost his poems
So we're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
And give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity
Ah, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Ah, a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Oh, here she comes, ooh, here she comes
Oh, here she comes, ooh
Queen Bitch:
I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
Oh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind
Oh, not her
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it then she can do it
She don't make false claims
But she's a Queen and such are queens
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Yes, she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say
Why didn't I say, no, no, no
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh, the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah, I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
And he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say
Why didn't I say, no, no, no
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better that that
The Bewlay Brothers:
And so the story goes, they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like the hope it was
And the good men tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn were nicely shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing they swirl through the streets like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions
I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream and still relax
Unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Through our veins and lo! It was midnight back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moon boys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
And the Devil may be here
But he can't sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers
Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
He's chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature
Shooting up pie-in-the-sky
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion
Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away, hey
Just for the day, hey
Please come away, hey
Just for the day, hey
Please come away, hey
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Zaphod Beeblebrocks
Thanks. Beautiful memories. Perfect.
Kenneth Gillu
I was 15 when I bought Ziggy stardust what a great album. And yes music is everything to me. It makes you think of the good and bad in life.
Michael Francis Peter Ridley
Jean Genie was my favourite. This song started my journey into David Bowies Music.
John Evans
My first year at university 1975, spent my whole grant cheque on a turntable, amp and speakers. Could only afford one album for weeks...it was Hunky Dory. How lucky I was to have that to play constantly as the background to my young life with my first wife. She is now gone, Bowie too, life is short and goes by in the blink of an eye. But the music remains, sometimes I can't listen to it though...too many memories, beautiful but painful.
Jeff Milligan
You chose wisely! A friend of mine - in 1978 - when I was in my third of university that 'Hunky Dory' had something for everybody. He was right, wasn't he?
Ronnie Lee
Thank you for this story. I don't know your pain but how beautifully told. Sorry for your loss John. I'm 43 and most of these albums I was alone when I discovered them. This album, Ziggy Stardust and Aphrodites Child 666 I had bought all together. It's amazing how all these sounds and words can affect your feelings and emotions as you weave through time. It's incredible! I hope your doing ok my friend. Peace to you.
Zarki
Dang, now I'm listening to it during my first year of university
theaterdream
@Zarki good for you. You’re the future. You will carry Bowie’s music and his legacy to other generations.
jeffrey leistyna
I remember the day I listened to this album in its entirety . My life changed. Still my favorite Bowie album and I will listen to it until I am 90 years old!!