EnglandDavid Bowie

Artist rating: 89.96 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 91.28 % (1979)
Most recent trend: 84.88 % (2016)
Highest trend: 91.45 % (1977)

Albums
Songs (A-Ö)
Writing credits
Statistics

Data

Born: 1947-01-08
Died: 2016-01-10

Age: 69
 

External links

Official site

Bands

Genres

1973
75.98 %
1973
53.65 %
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1975
79.48 %
1976
96.09 %

Diamond Dogs

David Bowie - Diamond Dogs
87.62 %
(2016-01-16)
Release date: 1974-05-24
Type: studio
Genres:

In collection: CD (2012-03-28)
 
Average song length: 03:29
Average song rating:

Ranking

David Bowie:
7
/
25
Year (1974):
3
/
66
Decade (1970's):
27
/
590
Overall:
81
/
2642

Tracks

1
lyrics
01:08
2
lyrics
05:58
3
lyrics
03:39
4
lyrics
02:40
5
lyrics
02:32
6
lyrics
04:34
7
lyrics
04:02
8
lyrics
04:59
9
lyrics
03:27
10
lyrics
03:21
11
lyrics
02:04
 
Total time:
 
38:24

Credits

Artist

David Bowie
vocals, guitars, alto and tenor saxophones, Moog synthesizer, mellotron

Backing band

Herbie Flowers
bass guitar
Mike Garson
keyboards
Alan Parker
guitar (9)
Earl Slick
guitar (7)

Lyrics

Future Legend
01:08
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 leg-warmers
Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald
Any day now
The year of the Diamond Dogs

"This ain't rock 'n' roll, this is genocide"
Diamond Dogs
05:58
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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
Todd 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

(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
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 Dalí brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are stabilized

(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
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

(Will they come?)
I'll keep a friend serene
(Will they come?)
Oh baby, come unto me
(Will they come?)
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

Beware of the Diamond Dogs
Beware of the Diamond Dogs
Sweet Thing
03:39
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 center of things
Where the knowing one says

Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's 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, it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
Candidate
02:40
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 rumors 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?"
Trés 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've must be looking for a different kind
But we can't stop trying till we break up our minds
Till 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 a river holding hands
Sweet Thing (reprise)
02:32
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

Is it nice in your snowstorm
Freezing you brain
Do you think that your face looks the same
Well, 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
04:34
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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

You've got your mother in a whirl
'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay 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

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, chi-chile, chi-chile
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 'n' Roll with Me
04:02
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
We Are the Dead
04:59
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 someone 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 fifteen '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
We are the dead
We are the dead
1984
03:27
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Someday they won't let you, 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 you 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 arrove
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for more)

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 arrove
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for more)

1984
1984
Big Brother
03:21
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 pulses 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 saviour, 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 everywhere
Lord, I think you'd 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, someone like you

Someone to claim us, someone to follow
Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
Someone to fool, someone like you
We want you Big Brother
Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family
02:04
Brother
Oh, oh
Shake it up
Shake it up
Move it up
Move it up
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