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Future
Legend | Diamond Dogs | Sweet
Thing | Candidate
Sweet Thing (reprise) | Rebel Rebel
| Rock 'N Roll With Me
We Are The Dead | 1984 |
Big Brother
Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family
*Dodo | *Candidate
* Bonus tracks on RYKO version - 1989 reissue
Future
Legend
(Bowie)
And in the death As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy
thoroughfare The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building
High on Poacher's Hill And red mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City
No more big wheels Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size
of cats And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes Coveting
the highest of the sterile skyscrapers Like packs of dogs assaulting
the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue Ripping and rewrapping mink and
shiny silver fox, now legwarmers Family badge of sapphire and cracked
emerald Any day now The Year of the Diamond Dogs
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Diamond
Dogs
(Bowie)
This ain't rock'n'roll. This is genocide!
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest
party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like
a priest you was Tod Browning's freak you was Crawling down the
alley on your hands and knee I'm sure you're not protected, for
it's plain to see The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind
trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal
CHORUS: I'll keep a friend serene Oh baby, come unto me Well, she's
come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your
death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young
girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat And he lives on top of Manhattan
Chase The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street
below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost
town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and
paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized CHORUS I'll keep a friend
serene Oh baby, come unto me Well, she's come, been and gone. Come
out of the garden, baby You'll catch your death in the fog Young
girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them
the Diamond Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs Call them the Diamond
Dogs
In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch Sashay on
the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch Just another future song, lonely
little kitsch (There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow
CHORUS I'll keep a friend serene Oh baby, come unto me Well, she's
come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch your
death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young
girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs Call them the Diamond Dogs
Keep cool Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
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Sweet
Thing
(Bowie)
It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway To wrangle some screens
from the door And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like
a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash Will you see that I'm
scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I
Run to the centre of things Where the knowing one says Boys, boys,
its a sweet thing Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing If
you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap
thing, cheap thing I'm glad that you're older than me Makes me feel
important and free Does that make you smile, isn't that me? I'm
in your way, and I'll steal every moment If his trade is a curse,
then I'll bless you And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers,
and Boys, boys, its a sweet thing Boys, boys, its a sweet thing,
sweet thing If you want it, boys, get it here, thing 'Cause hope,
boys, is a cheap thing, cheap
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Candidate
(Bowie)
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" Who wrote up scandals in other bars I'm having
so much fun with the poisonous people Spreading rumours 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 mache Making bullet-proof 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?" Tres 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
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 the river
holding hands
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Sweet
Thing (reprise)
(Bowie)
'If you want it, boys, get it here thing 'Cause hope, boys, is a
cheap thing, cheap thing Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing
your brain? Do you think that your face looks the same? Then let
it be, it's all I ever wanted It's a street with a deal, and a taste
It's got claws, it's got me, it's got you
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Rebel
Rebel
(Bowie)
You've got your mother in a whirl She's not sure if you're a boy
or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want
it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you
put them on
Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a
mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so!
Don't ya?
You've got your mother in a whirl She's not sure if you're a boy
or a girl Hey babe, your hair's alright Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard You want more and you want
it fast They put you down, they say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you
put them on Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your
face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love
you so! Don't ya? Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel,
your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp,
I love you so! Don't ya? You've torn your dress, your face is a
mess You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test You've got
your transmission and your live wire You got your cue line and a
handful of ludes You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress You're a juvenile success Because your face
is a mess So how could they know? I said, how could they know? So
what you wanna know Calamity's child, Where'd you wanna go? What
can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too 'Cause you've
torn your dress And your face is a mess Your face is a mess So how
could they know? How could they know?
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Rock
'N Roll With Me
(Bowie/Peace)
You always were the one that knew They sold us for the likes of
you I always wanted new surroundings A room to rent while the lizards
lay crying in the heat Trying to remember who to meet I would take
a foxy kind of stand While tens of thousands found me in demand
When you rock 'n' roll with me No one else I'd rather be Nobody
here can do it for me I'm in tears again When you rock 'n' roll
with me Gentle hearts are counted down The queue is out of sight
and out of sounds Me, I'm out of breath, but not quite doubting
I've found a door which lets me out! When you rock 'n' roll with
me No one else I'd rather be Nobody down here can do it for me I'm
in tears again When you rock 'n' roll with me Oh, when you rock
'n' roll with me, There's no one else I'd rather be, oh Nobody down
here can do it for me When you rock 'n' roll with me When you rock
'n' roll, rock 'n' roll with me No one else I'd rather, I'd rather
be Nobody down here can do it for me I'm in tears, I'm in tears
When you rock 'n' roll with me
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We
Are The Dead
(Bowie)
Something kind of hit me today I looked at you and wondered if you
saw things my way People will hold us to blame It hit me today,
it hit me today We're taking it hard all the time Why don't we pass
it by? Just reply, you've changed your mind We're fighting with
the eyes of the blind Taking it hard, taking it hard Yet now We
feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly They tell me "Son,
we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far" For we're breaking
in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For you're dancing where
the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails Oh, dress yourself, my urchin
one, for I hear them on the rails Because of all we've seen, because
of all we've said We are the dead One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid Pressing our
love through the night Knowing it's right, knowing it's right Now
I'm hoping some one will care Living on the breath of a hope to
be shared Trusting on the sons of our love That someone will care,
someone will care But now We're today's scrambled creatures, locked
in tomorrow's double feature Heaven's on the pillow, its silence
competes with hell It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to
make you tell And the streets are full of press men Bent on getting
hung and buried And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby
Bankrupt Who sucks you while you're sleeping It's the theater of
financiers Count them, fifty 'round a table White and dressed to
kill Oh caress yourself, my juicy For my hands have all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs Because
of all we've seen, because of all we've said We are the dead.
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1984
(Bowie)
Someday they won't let you, so now you must agree The times they
are a-telling, and the changing isn't free You've read it in the
tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV Beware the savage jaw Of 1984
They'll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air And tell
that you're eighty, but brother, you won't care You'll be shooting
up on anything, tomorrow's never there Beware the savage jaw Of
1984 Come see, come see, remember me? We played out an all night
movie role You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled In 1984
(who could ask for more)1984 I'm looking for a vehicle, I'm looking
for a ride I'm looking for a party, I'm looking for a side I'm looking
for the treason that I knew in '65 Beware the savage jaw Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me? We played out an all night movie
role You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled In 1984 (who
could ask for more) 1984
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Big
Brother
(Bowie)
Don't talk of dust and roses Or should we powder our noses? Don't
live for last year's capers Give me steel, give me steel, give me
pulsars unreal He'll build a glass asylum With just a hint of mayhem
He'll build a better whirlpool We'll be living from sin, then we
can really begin Please savior, saviour, show us Hear me, I'm graphically
yours Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us,
some brave Apollo Someone to fool us, someone like you We want you
Big Brother, Big Brother I know you think you're awful square But
you made everyone and you've been every where Lord, I'd take an
overdose if you knew what's going down Someone to claim us, someone
to follow Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo Someone to fool
us, someone like you Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone
to shame us, some brave Apollo Someone to fool us, someone like
you Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us,
some brave Apollo Someone to fool us, someone like you We want you
Big Brother
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Chant
of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family
(Bowie)
Brother Ooh-ooh Shake it up, shake it up Move it up, move it up
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Dodo
Lyrics and Music
by David Bowie
Now we can talk in confidence Did you guess that we've been done
wrong Lies jumped the queue to be first in line Such a shameless
design He thinks he's well screened from the man at the top It's
a shame that his children disagree They cooly decide to sell him
down the line Daddy's brainwashing time He's a dodo, no no didn't
hear it from me He's a dodo, no no didn't hear it from me She's
quite enthralled with the childhood of yore When a unit was a figure
not a she When lovers chose each other now the perk's are due Another
memo to screw She's a dodo, no no didn't hear it from me She's a
dodo, no no didn't hear it from me Can you wipe your nose my child
without them stlotting in your file a photograph Can you sleep alone
at night wake to find the scorching light of neighbour Jim He's
come to turn you in Another dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me
Another dodo, no no, didn't hear it from me Another do, do Didn't
hear it from me
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Candidate
Lyrics and Music by David Bowie
Inside every teenage girl there's a fountain Inside every young
pair of pants there's a mountain Inside every mother's eyes is Tommy
Tinkrem's bed Inside every candidate waits a grateful dead I make
it a thing, when I'm on my own to relieve myself I make it a thing,
when I gazelle on stage to believe in myself I make it a thing,
to glance in window panes and look pleased with myself Yeah, and
pretend I'm walking home I took it so bad, I sat in the correction
room Took me a fag, and a kick in the moon Well, I ain't gonna suck
no radar wing Because inside this tin is tin Would you like to techno-plate
cause I'm your candidate Oh yeah It's a matter of life And the way
you walk, you've got a BrylCream queen It's a matter of tact In
the things you talk, that keeps his passport clean A matter of fact
That a cock ain't a cock on a twelve inch screen So I'll pretend
I'm walking home You don't have to scream a lot to keep an age in
tune You don't have to scream a lot to predict monsoons You don't
have to paint my contact black Now I've hustled a pair of jeans
Do I have to give your money back when I'm the Fuhrerling I'll make
you a deal I'll say I came from from Earth and my tongue is taped
I'll make you a deal You can get your kicks on the candidate I'll
make you a deal For your future's sake, I'm the candidate Let's
pretend we're walking home uh-huh, uh-huh I'm the candidate I'm
the candidate Vote now for the candidate
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