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Starman
- David Bowie
Goodbye love
Didn't
know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin' down some rock
'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
ha hase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come
and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause
he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children
boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! o o
Switch on
the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light a ight
If we can sparkle he may land
tonight a ight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd
like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not
to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let
all the children boogie
Starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our
minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told
me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
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Queen Bitch
- David Bowie
I'm up on the eleventh floor
Watching the cruisers below
My heart's in the basement
My weekend's
at an all time low
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
As she's hoping to score
I
just 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
She can do it, she don't make false claims
For 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
Bet it could have been me
Yes
it could have been me
Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say.
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
Oh I lay down a while
And I gaze 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
'Cause it could have been me
Yes it could have been me
Why didn't
I say, Why didn't I say
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Life On Mars
- David Bowie
It's
a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told
her to go
But her friend is no where to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest
view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is sadd'ning 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
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in
their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But
the film is a sadd'ning bore
'Cause 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?
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