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Santa Monica '72 (Bootleg), David Bowie
Santa Monica '72 (Bootleg)
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1972

 
Duration: 76:18  
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1
Intro Lyrics 00:13 128 0,21 ą0.10
2
Hang On To Yourself Lyrics
She's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight
Praying to the light machine
She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
Layin' on 'lectric dreams

Chorus:
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself

We can't dance, we don't talk much, just ball and play
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline
The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
You're the blessed, we're the spiders from Mars

Chorus:
So come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going
Come on, come on, if you think we're gonna make it
You better hang on to yourself
02:46 128 2,54 ą0.10
3
Ziggy Stardust Lyrics
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.

Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr
03:23 128 3,10 ą0.10
4
Changes Lyrics
Oh yeah
Mm
Still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But stil the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Where’s your shame
You’ve left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can’t trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace I’m going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock ’n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time
03:31 128 3,24 ą0.10
5
The Supermen Lyrics
When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous chained to life

Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one of them
So softly a supergod cries

Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumber
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
Man would tear his brothers flesh, a chance to die,
To turn to mold

Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod cries (second time dies)
02:56 128 2,69 ą0.10
6
Life On Mars? Lyrics
It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
Because Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
Because I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
03:29 128 3,18 ą0.10
7
Five Years Lyrics
Pushing through the market square
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept when he told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons, and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there

And all the fat-skinny people
And all the tall-short people
All the nobody people and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor
Drinking milkshakes, cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We got five years, stuck on my eyes
We got five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We got five years, that's all we've got
05:20 128 4,89 ą0.10
8
Space Oddity Lyrics
Ground control to Major Tom
Ground control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five
Four, three, two, one, liftoff

This is ground control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to ground control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much
(She knows)

Ground control to Major Tom
Your circuits dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you . . .

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
05:20 128 4,90 ą0.10
9
Andy Warhol Lyrics
Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two New Pence to have a go
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy walking, Andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he's fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise
When he wakes up on the sea
Be sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all
03:58 128 3,62 ą0.10
10
My Death Lyrics
Written by William Branch
Produced by Official
Recorded and Mixed by The Back Room (Axis Music Group)

Chorus: ∑ Kneel---When itís on in the whirlwind ∑ Tell me how it feels---when itís on in the whirlwind ∑ Do you know the deal---when itís on in the whirlwind ∑ Youíve got to keep it realówhen itís on in the whirlwind ∑ ∑ Verse 1: Letís all meet, God to earth, feel the raw heat ∑ Bow the knee, give Me props hip hop to Wall Street ∑ The King, but I donít dream I decree things ∑ Iím Supreme and My shekinah beams ∑ Out the whirlwind Iím vexed so I jet through the porthole ∑ Of time and appointment where divine meets the mortal ∑ You darkeneth my counsel without an ounce of knowledge ∑ The Bible is the food for your soul not your collards ∑ Iím triune in my Person and my tactics ∑ One in my essence, mentally you canít hack this ∑ Iím so divine I can blow your mind with a mystery ∑ My incarnation was an invasion into history ∑ I put a human suit on and played it low key ∑ Thirty-three years of blood, sweat and tears now you owe Me ∑ Capital Son of God saves, three days in the grave, then I was raised ∑ From the earth I was "Swaze" ∑ Sent My third Person to get with ya, fix ya ∑ Get ya right, shed some light, illuminate My Scripture ∑ Iíve got the word that baraís exnihilo--- ∑ Creates something out of nothing now letís see you go ∑ Toe to toe, with the master Architect and Sculptor ∑ Of the planet, of the people, even of its culture ∑ I rule, earth is My footstool, ∑ Heaven canít contain My frame, Iím sovereign and I can put fools ∑ On their back, the fact is youíll stand before Me ∑ Iím comingí for My props, youíll stop, drop and glorify ∑ I the sovereign God who be hurliní ∑ Storms that I form when itís on in the whirlwind. ∑ ∑ | Repeat Chorus: | ∑ ∑ Verse 2: Secular is regular itís never the new flava in your ear ∑ Cause you neglect steps to meet the Savior of the year ∑ Your platinum hits be lackiní sense so I sensor ∑ Your whole jam, Iím swole man, I am the inventor ∑ Of all music, whoís it all about in the this universe ∑ I search earth to comfort all your human hurts ∑ How much can a God flirt? ∑ How can it be post flood humanity keeps handing Me dirt ∑ Well Iím sick of this atheistic way you be kickiní this ∑ Gift I gave, youíre getting paid for your wickedness ∑ Even gave you videos to flaunt Me, but you donít even want Me ∑ You only do the things that disappoint Me ∑ My grace you waste but when it runs dry ∑ Your heart is My target and I always hit bulls-eye ∑ You didnít learn form Lucifer so Iím shootiní ya ∑ In the heart with a dart, told you they were supiní ya ∑ So Iím bootiní ya like this, you thought I was a myth ∑ Thought I was blowing smoke like a spliff ∑ But Iím not mocked, take a look around your block ∑ Check Me out, earth shouts, the creation gives Me props ∑ Youíre dust, but My eternal thrust and force ∑ Keeps seas behind the doors and the earth on course ∑ Why do rains pour and the winds roar?---Now buss it ∑ How do you make a universal flood?---Letís discuss it ∑ Or what about the formula for gravity, letís have it see ∑ Your human mind is raggedy compared to My majesty ∑ So radically My double edged sword swings ∑ Strong breasted iron chested raw King of all kings ∑ Is not looking for a halo, but neither should you lay low ∑ Just let My redeemed people say so ∑ And Iíll be the sovereign God Who be hurliní ∑ Storms that I form when itís on in the whirlwind ∑ ∑ | Repeat Chorus | ∑ ∑ Verse 3: As I rip it, you hear the word flow so come and sip it ∑ Then go toast, because the Logos is being lifted ∑ You I gifted, but Satan sifted, now youíre twisted ∑ I came in a human frame and you missed it ∑ Whatís my name? Still the same---all Hail ∑ The I Am, watchingí man with his train off rail ∑ I stand, Jehovah Nissi come seek me the Banner ∑ Iím no joke, plus I make a dope loaf of manna ∑ Hosanna! Victory is mine, Iím preeminent ∑ Supreme, Mr. Clean, but you be unregenerate ∑ And a sinner at your core, more to die for ∑ But I poured my blood so all come through my door ∑ And thereís only one itís the Son---God and human ∑ And Iím gonna come at the trump glory boominí ∑ Pruning, Iíve got the sword, all aboard or on the floor ∑ Yall confess me as LORD ∑ You heard Me clearly, I never stutter, Iím butta ∑ Demons shutter, because Iím God, thereís no other ∑ Iíve gotta win, cause Iím the God of men ∑ Rejecting Me is suicidal Iím more vital than your oxygen ∑ For lots of men itís My glory theyíre after ∑ Kill that, come on get caught up in the rapture ∑ Iím the Master and since Iím faster I run this ∑ Planet and it takes a coequal oneness of Meís---Father, Son, and Holy Breeze ∑ Who can get with these threeís now check My degrees ∑ Iím the L-O-R-D all caps and for ∑ More on this get with the Ambassador ∑ Though Iím hardcore, My love goes far more ∑ Than my tongue, cause My Son hung on a "bar" for ∑ Mankind, understand Iím not religious ∑ But Iím in the business of providing forgiveness ∑ Long live this trinity, I curse the enemy ∑ Yet I bless the man thatís in ministry ∑ You want a magician then look for Merlin ∑ But if you want God Iím getting it on in the whirlwind ∑ ∑ | Repeat Chorus | ∑ ∑ ∑
05:56 128 5,43 ą0.10
11
The Width Of A Circle Lyrics
In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree.
And I looked and frowned and the monster was me

Well, I said hello and I said hello
And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know"
So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be
And he laughed insane and quipped "Kahlil Gibran!"
So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through
For I realized that God's a young man too

So I said "so long" and I waved "bye-bye"
And I smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
I was vaguely half asleep
For which my reputation swept back home in drag
And the moral of this magic spell
Negotiates my hide
When God did take my logic for a ride
(Riding along)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips
And showed me the leather belt round his hips
My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame
He said "You'll never go down to the Gods again"
(Turn around, go back!)

He struck the ground a cavern appeared
And I smelt the burning pit of fear
We crashed a thousand yards below
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around,go back!)

His nebulous body swayed above
His tongue swollen with devil's love
The snake and I, a venom high
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)

Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply
And I was seething, breathing deeply
A spitting sentry, horned and tailed
Waiting for you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
10:38 128 9,73 ą0.10
12
Queen Bitch Lyrics
I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
Oh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
But she's a Queen, and such are queens
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Yes she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
03:00 128 2,75 ą0.10
13
Moonage Daydream Lyrics
I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out
04:36 128 4,23 ą0.10
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John, I'm Only Dancing Lyrics 03:36 128 3,29 ą0.10
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Waiting For The Man Lyrics 05:59 128 5,49 ą0.10
16
The Jean Genie Lyrics
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city
Strung out on lasers and slash back plazas
Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters
Talking bout Monroe and walking on Snow White
New York's a go-go and everything tastes right
Poor little Greenie

The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go

Sits like a man but he smiles like a reptile
She loves him, she loves him but just for a short while
She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand
He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition
And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear
Poor little Greenie

The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go

He's so simple minded he can't drive his module
He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule
Loves to be loved, loves to be loved

The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go
04:01 128 3,68 ą0.10
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Suffragette City Lyrics
Hey man, oh leave me alone you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place

Hey man, my schooldays insane
Hey man, my work's down the drain
Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she... then she...

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight...she's all right

Hey man, Henry, don't be unkind, go away
Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way
Hey man, droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight...she's all right

Oh hit me!

Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight...she's all right

A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City
Ooo, Sufraggete city, ooo, Suffragette City
Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how
Sufragette

Ohhh, Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am!

A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
Quite all right
A Suffragette City
Too fine
A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City
Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City
Oh, Suffragette
Suffragette!
04:25 128 4,04 ą0.10
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Rock 'n' Roll Suicide Lyrics 03:17 128 3,01 ą0.10