From Outside (1995) by David Bowie

Leon Takes Us Outside (Bowie/Eno/Garson/Campbell/Kizilcay/Gabrels) - 1:25

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June, 16th
Wednesday, July 6th
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Martin Luther King Day
June 18th
June 6th
Wednesday, August 18th
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Sunday, 5th
March
October
January
October 13th
Wednesday
Martin Luther King Day
afternoon
in view of nothing
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Martin Luther King Day
12
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Wednesday
13th
Friday, 7, June.

Outside (Bowie/Armstrong) - 4:04

Now. Not tomorrow
Yesterday
Not tomorrow

It happens today
The damage today
They fall on today
They beat on the outside
And I'll stand by you

Now. Not tomorrow
It's happening now
Not tomorrow
It's happening now

The crazed in the hot-zone
The mental and divas hands
The fisting of life
Till The music outside
Till The music outside

It happens outside
The music is outside
It's happening outside

The music is outside
It's happening, now
Not tomorrow
Yesterday
Not tomorrow

It's happening now
I want you now
I want you today
I need you now

The music is outside
It's happening outside
The music is outside
The music is outside

Outside
Outside Outside
Outside Outside

The Heart's Filthy Lesson (Bowie/Eno/Garson/Campbell/Kizilcay/Gabrels) - 4:57

Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson

There's always the diamond friendly
Sitting in the Laugh Hotel
The heart's filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell

Oh, Ramona, if there was only something
between us
If there was only something between us
Other than our clothes
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies

Paddy
Paddy, who's been wearing Miranda's
clothes?

It's the heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
It's the heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
Falls upon dead years

Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of
future
Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of
future
And these cerulean skies

Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies

Paddy, Paddy?
Paddy will you carry me, I think I've lost my
way
I'm already five years older I'm already in
my grave

I'm already
I'm already
I'm already
Will you carry me?
Oh Paddy, I think I've lost my way

Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
It's the hearts filthy lesson
Tell the others
It's the hearts filthy lesson
What a fantastic death abyss
Tell the others
It's the hearts filthy lesson
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
It's the hearts filthy lesson
Tell the others

A Small Plot of Land (Bowie/Eno/Garson/Campbell/Kizilcay/Gabrels) - 6:34

Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so

Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The Barbs laughed
The fool is dead

Poor dunce
He's less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer can't
Travel so far these days
The talk of your lifes
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days

Poor dunce
Poor dunce

Poor soul
Spit on that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it him so
He pushed back the pigmen
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul

Segue: Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette) (Bowie/Eno/Garson/Campbell/Kizilcay/Gabrels) - 1:39

Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And and I was...hm...
It was that phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking bit too fast like a brain hatch
And ah they won't let me see anybody
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks. (SNEEZE)
See I've been watching a television of um...
in
the homelands
That's the new homelands and
um that's all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And I think something is going to be horrid.

Hallo Spaceboy (Bowie/Eno) - 5:14

Spaceboy, you're sleepy no
Your silhouette is so stationary
You're released but your custody calls
And I want to be free

Don't you want to be free
Do you like girls or boys
It's confusing these days

But Moondust will cover you
Cover you

This chaos is Killing me
So bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
Bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love

This chaos is killing me
Hallo spaceboy
You're sleepy now
You're silhouette
So stationary
You're released but your custody calls
And I want to be free

Don't you want to be free
Do you like girls or boys
It's confusing these days

But Moondust will cover you
Cover you

And the chaos is killing me

Yeah bye bye love
So bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
So bye bye love

This chaos is killing me
Moondust
will cover you
This chaos is killing me
Moondust
Will cover you

Yeah bye bye love
Moondust
Will cover you
Bye bye love
Moondust
Will cover you
Good time love
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Sweet sweet love
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Bye bye spaceboy
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Bye bye love
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Cover you
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Cover you
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Cover you
Moondust will cover you

The Motel (Bowie) - 6:50

For we're living in a safety zone
Don't be holding back from me
We're living from hour to hour down here
And we'll take it when we can

It's a kind of living which recognizes
The death of the odourless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow
It's not Eden but it's no sham

There is no hell
There is no shame
There is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell

And it's lights up, boys
Lights up boys

Explosion falls upon deaf ears
While we're swimming in a sea of sham
Living in the shadow of vanity
A complex fashion for a simple man

And there is no hell
And there is no shame
And there is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell

And the sirens flies on their's breif flight
The razor sharp rapture affair
And we light up our life
And there's no one that beeing exploating
you
Re exploating you
Like everybody do
Re exploating you
And I don't know what to use
Makes somebody blue
Me exploating me exploating you

I Have Not Been to Oxford Town (Bowie/Eno) - 3:48

Baby Grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age
And the wheels are turning, turning
For the finger points at me
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

And the prison priests it's a decent
My attorney seems sincere
I fear my days are numbered
Lord get me out of here
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

This is your shadow on my wall
This is my flesh and blood
This is what I could've been

And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies

If I had not ripped the fabric
If time had not stood still
If I had not met Ramona
If I'd only paid my bill

All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

All's well
All's well
All's well

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

No Control (Bowie/Eno) - 4:34

Stay away from the future
Back away from the light
It's all deranged - no control

Sit tight in your corner
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged - no control

If I could control tomorrow's haze
The darkened shore wouldn't bother me
If I can't control the web we weave
My life will be lost in the fallen leaves

Every single move's uncertain
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man

No control

Stay away from the future
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

Forbidden words, deafen me
In memoriy, no control
See how far a sinful man
Burns his tracks, his bloody robes
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man

I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
No control I can't believe I've no control
It's all deranged

I can't beleieve i've no control
It's all derenged
I can't beleieve i've no control
It's all derenged
Deeerenged
Deeeeereeeenged

Segue - Algeria Touchshriek (Bowie/Eno/Garson/Campbell/Kizilcay/Gabrels) - 2:03

My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores
and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my
shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all
electric
Some of the houses around here still have
inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that
sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that

The Voyeur of Utter Destruction (As Beauty) (Bowie/Eno/Gabrels) - 4:21

Turn and turn again
Turn and turn again

I shake
And stare the sun
Till my eyes burn

I shake
At the mothers
Brutal vermin

I shake
And stare
At the watery moon

With the same desire
As the sober Philistine

And I shake

Turn and turn again
Turn and turn again

Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again

The screw
Is a tightening Atrocity

I shake
For the reeking flesh
Is as romantic as hell

The need
To have seen it all
The voyeurOf utter destruction
As beauty

And I shake

Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again

I shake

Turn and turn again

I shake

I shake

I shake

Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day
Call it a day

Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today

Segue: Ramona A. Stone/I Am With Name (Bowie/Eno/Garson/Campbell/Kizilcay/Gabrels) - 4:01

I was Ramona A Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artist
In the tunnel
But I remarring a midilife crisis
And I've been dreaming of sleep
And ape men with metal parts
I've spat upon deeply felt age
I've put my heart's in
And I paint the pretty colours Enghlish
We'll creep together you and I
For I know who this warfriend is like

Wishful Beginnings (Bowie/Eno) - 5:08

Cruising around me the flames burn my
body
Wishful beginnings
Does this remind them again & again
You're a sorry little girl
You're a sorry little girl
Please hide, for the pain must feel like
snow
You're a sorry little girl
Sorry little girl

Please hide from the kiss & the bite
Shame burns
Breathing in, breathing out
Breathing in only does
The pain must feel like snow
I'm no longer your golden boy
Sorry little girl
I'm sorry little girl

The pain must feel like snow
There you go
Cover me cover me
We flew on your wings
We were duke and the devil
And this one would never grow down
We had such wishful beginnings
But we lived unbearable lives
I'm sorry little girl
So so sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow
There you go
There you go

We Prick You (Bowie/Eno) - 4:35

White boys falling on the fires of night
(I wish you'd tell)
(I wish you'd tell)
Flesh punks burning in their glue
Revelation comes in the strangest way
(I wish you'd tell)
(I wish you'd tell)

I'd rather be inside you

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect
You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect

Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell
(we wish you well)
Innocence passed me by
Wanna be screwing when the nightmare
comes
(I wish you well)
Wanna come quick and die

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect
You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect

All the little rose-kissed foxy girls
(shoes, shoes, little white shoes)
Where have all the flowers gone
All the little fragile champion boys
(toys, toys, little black toys)
Dripping on the end of a gun

Even if you disagree

Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you

You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect

You show respect

Shoe shoe little white shoe
Wish you well
Wish you well

Even if you disagree
Even if you disagree

Toy toy little black toy
Wish you well
Wish you well

Even if you disagree

Shoe shoe little white shoe
Wish you well
Wish you well

Segue: Nathan Adler (Bowie/Eno/Garson/Campbell/Kizilcay/Gabrels) - 1:00

Old Touchschriek was the main
nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer
But he didn't know from shit
About challenge response systems
Now Ramona A Stone we know was selling
interest
drugs
She got males all hung up on her mind
filters
She was if you don't mind me saying so an
update demon
Now Leon
He couldn't wait for 12 o'clock midnight
He jumps up on the stage
With a criss criss machete
And slashes around cutting a zero on
everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
Was this a suspect?
I says to myself
Woa! "Quelle courage!"
Oh wait, I'm getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began

I'm Deranged (Bowie/Eno) - 4:31

Funny how secrets travel
I'd start to believe if I were to bleed
Thin skies, the man chains his hands held
high
Cruise me blond
Cruise me babe
A blond belief beyond beyond beyond
No return No return

I'm deranged
Deranged my love
I'm deranged down down down
So cruise me babe cruise me baby
And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged

Cruise me cruise me cruise me baby

The clutch of live and the fist of love
Over your head
Big deal Salaam
Be real deranged Salaam
Before we reel
I'm deranged

And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged

And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged

Cruise me cruise me cruise me baby

I'm deranged

And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man

Thru' These Architects Eyes (Bowie/Gabrels) - 4:22

Stomping along on this big Philips Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
Looking across at Richard Rogers
Scheming dreams to blow both their minds

It's difficult you see
To give up baby
To leave a Job
When you know the moneys from day to
day
All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy I see thru these architect's eyes

Cold winter bleeds on the girders of Babel
This stone boy watching the crawling land
Rings of flesh and the towers of iron
The steaming caves and rocks and the
sand
Stomping along on this big Philips Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time

It's difficult you see
To give up baby
These summer scumholes
This goddamned starving life

All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy I see thru these architect's eyes

It's difficult you see
It's difficult you see

All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days in our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy I see thru these architect's eyes

Segue: Nathan Adler [Remix] (Bowie/Eno) - 0:28

Ramona is so cold
When she broke it off with Leon,
She said "The rain is enough,
I don't wanna see this face again"
Ramona was so cold
Ramona was so cold

Strangers When We Meet (Bowie)

Yooou, yooou, yooou
Yooou, yooou, yooou

All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun

No pecchy frairs
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go wrong

All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered
For we're strangers when we meet

Blank screen TV
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you

Blended sunrise
And it's a dying world
Humming Rheingold
We scavenge up our clothes

All my violence
Raging tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
For we're strangers when we meet

Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new

Your embrace
It was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu

Steely resolve
Is falling from me
My poor soul
All bruised passivity

All your regrets
Ride rough-shod o ver me
I'm so glad
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so thankful
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm in clover
For we're strangers when we meet
Heel head over
But we're strangers when we meet

Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet