Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed
David Bowie Lyrics


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Spy spy pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well you can if you need to you won't be the first or the last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the cream
Of the great Utopia dream
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So nowYou could spend the morning walking with mequite amazed
As I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
Look out I'm raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed
Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
It's very catching




So nowyou should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to David Bowie's "Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed" depict the mental and emotional state of a man who is unconventional, reckless, and isolated. The opening lines suggest that the singer is being spied on by a woman from her window, and although he is aware of her watchful eyes, he does not take offense to it. He recognizes that he is not the first or last person to be viewed with disdain and recognizes the social hierarchy that stratifies society.


Bowie uses vivid and metaphorical imagery to describe the singer's physical and emotional decay. He compares himself to a "phallus in pigtails," indicating both a childish innocence and an underlying sexual aggressiveness. He suggests that the singer is trapped in a decaying body that is being gnawed on by rats, and that his eyes see nothing but pain. The recurring "brainstorm" suggests that the singer is tormented by madness and cannot find peace.


The final lines of the song suggest that the singer recognizes that he is not only a social outcast but also a source of discomfort: he causes the woman watching him to become physically ill. The image of her sickness, in turn, causes him to imagine her lying to her father about him, suggesting that he feels undeserving of affection and is resigned to being an object of shame.


Line by Line Meaning

Spy spy pretty girl
Addressing a woman who's observing the singer


I see you see me through your window
The singer is aware that he's being watched by the woman


Don't turn your nose up
The singer is warning the woman not to judge him based on his appearance


Well, you can if you need to you won't be the first or the last
Acknowledging that the woman may still judge him despite his warning


It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
The artist assumes that the woman comes from an affluent background and is looking down on him from her window


And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
The singer is aware that he's lower in social status compared to the woman


I'm the cream of the great Utopia dream
The singer views himself as someone with high ideals and aspirations


And you're the gleam in the depths of your banker's spleen
Contrasting the artist's idealism with the woman's materialism, represented by her 'banker's spleen'


I'm a phallus in pigtails
The artist sees himself as someone who's both masculine and feminine


And there's blood on my nose
Suggesting that the artist has been in a physical altercation and is wounded


And my tissue is rotting where the rats chew my bones
The singer is in a state of decay and has been neglected


And my eye sockets empty see nothing but pain
The artist is in a state of despair and sees nothing but suffering


I keep having this brainstorm about twelve times a day
The singer is constantly coming up with ideas or thoughts


So now you could spend the morning walking with me quite amazed as I'm unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
The singer is inviting the woman to spend time with him despite his unkempt appearance and mental state


I got eyes in my backside that see electric tomatoes on credit card rye bread
The singer is experiencing hallucinations or delusions


There are children in washrooms holding hands with a queen
The artist is experiencing surreal or nonsensical imagery


And my heads full of murders where only killers scream
The artist is consumed by violent thoughts or fantasies


So now you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed look out I'm raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed
The singer is warning the woman that he's mentally unstable


Now you run from your window to the porcelain bowl
The woman is running to the bathroom, possibly due to feeling sick or frightened


And you're sick from your ears to the red parquet floor
The woman is experiencing physical sickness combined with a sense of dread


And the braque on the wall slides down your front
The woman is experiencing a surreal or nonsensical event


And eats through your belly it's very catching
The woman is being affected by the artist's madness, which is spreading to her


So now you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed about the strange unwashed and happily slightly dazed
The singer is suggesting that the woman should lie to her father about her experiences with him, emphasizing his eccentricity and instability




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

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RJ Nuzzi

Many meandering little gems from this 'Space Oddity' period... always adventurous in his song structures... crispy clean live version!!

Jacob Hutton

Thank you so much!!! I never knew he played this live!!!!

John Charles

features power of Bowies voice and rawness of sound

Steven Haywood

John Charles , absolutely agree! Isn't it great?
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robert gardiner

This song is classical timeless

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I just love this song

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Grande versione

Iain Bald

the best version

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Man of words man of Music ..a genius , an underrated Nobel Prrice

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