From
Diamond Dogs (1974) by
David Bowie
Future Legend (Bowie) - 1:07
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
Diamond Dogs (Bowie) - 5:56
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
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
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Call them the Diamond Dogs
Keep cool
Diamond Dogs rule, OK
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
Sweet Thing (Bowie) - 3:38
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
thing
Candidate (Bowie) - 2:40
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
Sweet Thing (Reprise) (Bowie) - 2:32
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
Rebel Rebel (Bowie) - 4:30
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 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?
Rock and Roll With Me (Bowie/Peace) - 4:02
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
We Are the Dead (Bowie) - 4:54
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.
1984 (Bowie) - 3:27
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
Big Brother (Bowie) - 3:20
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
We want you Big Brother
Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family (Bowie) - 2:04
Brother
Ooh-ooh
Shake it up, shake it up
Move it up, move it up
Dodo (Bowie) - 2:55
Now we can talk in confidence
Did you guess that we've been done wrong?
Lies jump in queue to be first in line
Such a shameless design
Ah, thinks he's well screened from the man at the top
It's a shame that his children disagree
They coolly 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 her childhood of yore
When a unit was a figure, not a she
When lovers chose each other, now the perks 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 slotting 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
Ah, another do do, no, didn't hear it
do-do, do-do,
do
Candidate [Demo version] (Bowie) - 5:05
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 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
Lets pretend we're walking home
uh-huh, uhhh
I'm the candidate
Make way for the candidate
Vote now for the candidate