Candidate
Dramarama Lyrics


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I′ll make you a deal
Like any other candidate
With the tale walking home
Cause your future's at stake
My cities amaze you
And even smells like the street
There′s a bar down at the end
Where I can meet you and your friends
So I scrawled on the walls
In the blood of the tree-cutters
Rolled up scandals and
Other boys
And having so much fun with the poisonous peoples
Spreading rumors and lies, and stories they made up.
Some make you sing
And some make you scream
And some make you wish
That you'd never been seen...
There's a shop on the corner that′s selling papier mache
Making bullet-proof faces, join and dance with Casius
Clay
And if you want it,
Boy,
Get it here babe!

So you scream out a lie:
"I want you! I need you!
Anyone out there? Anytime?"
You said: "kiss me, I′m the one"
I said: "Daddy, I want you when it's
Good it′s really good, and when it's bad I′m not abusive"
And if you want it, boy,
Get it here babe!
So on the street where you live
I put the hole on my hand
Before I put all I had into another man
On the leather floor, in the back of a car
In the center like a church with the door ajar
Well I guess we must be looking for a different kind
But we can't stop trying to make up our minds
When the sun drips down on the city at night
Flashin on the ground and kicking 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
And jump in the river holding hands

Overall Meaning

The song "Candidate" by Dramarama is a reflection of the hedonistic and reckless lifestyle of a city youth, who is open to indulging in drugs, sex, and other pleasures of life. The lyrics convey a message of urgency as the singer convinces the listener to join him in pursuing a carefree life. The opening lines "I'll make you a deal, Like any other candidate" suggest a quid pro quo arrangement that involves the listener's cooperation in securing their future. The singer seems to be offering an escapade from the mundanity of daily life, which may or may not have tangible benefits.


The lyrics of "Candidate" are full of vivid descriptions of the city, such as "My cities amaze you, And even smells like the street" and "There's a shop on the corner that's selling papier-mache, Making bullet-proof faces, join and dance with Casius Clay." The chorus emphasizes the diversity of people and experiences that one can encounter in the city, where some things make you sing, some make you scream, and others make you wish you'd never been seen. The verses describe the singer's encounters with people who are mischievous and promiscuous, as he scrawls on walls with "the blood of the tree-cutters" and spreads rumors and lies.


Line by Line Meaning

I'll make you a deal
I'm willing to persuade you like any other political candidate


Like any other candidate
Like any other politician who tries to persuade you for their benefit


With the tale walking home
With a story to tell on my way home to make you more interested


Cause your future's at stake
Because I will make you believe that your future depends on the choices I'm presenting to you


My cities amaze you
My cities will fascinate you


And even smells like the street
Even the fragrance of the street will be sensory and mesmerizing


There's a bar down at the end
There's a bar where I can meet you and gain your favor


Where I can meet you and your friends
I want to meet not only you but also the people close to you


So I scrawled on the walls
I painted words on walls


In the blood of the tree-cutters
Using the blood of the people destroying the environment


Rolled up scandals and
Prepared hidden stories to reveal later to make a scene


Other boys
The other boys will join us and embrace our ideas


And having so much fun with the poisonous peoples
We are enjoying the company of not so ethical people who will do anything for the greater good of our purpose


Spreading rumors and lies, and stories they made up.
We spread misinformation and baseless rumors that others believe in our structure of thought.


Some make you sing
Some of our ideas are catchy and attractive


And some make you scream
Some of our ideas also infuriate and upset some people


And some make you wish that you'd never been seen...
Others make you regret ever aligning with us


There's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache
There's a store in town selling paper mâché models


Making bullet-proof faces, join and dance with Casius Clay
The paper mâché is specifically shaped to create bullet-proof faces to celebrate boxing legend Casius Clay


And if you want it, Boy,
And if you're interested in what we have to offer, then


Get it here babe!
Come and get it from us!


So you scream out a lie:
You might scream out things that do not align with our thinking


"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Anytime?"
You might say things that convey a sense of desperation and plead for help, which we can exploit for political gain


You said: "kiss me, I'm the one"
And you might profess your desire for us and believe that we are the only ones who can help you


I said: "Daddy, I want you when it's
And I might respond by validating your passion, and telling you that when you need me, I'll be there


Good it's really good, and when it's bad I'm not abusive"
And I'll promise you that when things go well because of our policies or leadership, it will be really good. And if they don't, we won't be abusive to you.


So on the street where you live
So, back to reality and where you come from


I put the hole on my hand
I hurt myself to bear witness to my commitment to our movement


Before I put all I had into another man
Before going all-in on another man (metaphor for a political leader or ideology) and aligning myself with his ideals


On the leather floor, in the back of a car
We might perform questionable or illegal practices in the wrong places


In the center like a church with the door ajar
Gatherings for our cause might resemble church services, with an open-door policy to anyone interested, even if they're not sure what they believe in yet


Well, I guess we must be looking for different kinds
But ultimately, the people we meet and what we truly want might be different from what we think.


But we can't stop trying to make up our minds
We can't stop trying to figure it out despite the differences we face.


When the sun drips down on the city at night
As day turns into night and darkness takes over, our shadier practices become more prominent


Flashin' on the ground and kicking in fright
And people, realizing what they've gotten into or what they've facilitated, might be scared of the repercussions


I guess we could cruise down one more time
Perhaps we'll try once again to persuade you or deceive you with our thinking


With you by my side, it should be fine
And we'll make you feel that everything will work out if only you join us and support us


We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
We'll do things that are slightly controversial or frowned upon, but make you feel that we're just having some fun


And jump in the river holding hands
We'll do something as silly as plunging into a river while holding hands, just to create an illusion that we're all united and working towards the same goal.




Writer(s): David Bowie

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