EnglandDavid Bowie

Artist rating: 89.96 % (ranking: 2)
Highest rating: 91.28 % (1979)
Most recent trend: 84.88 % (2016)
Highest trend: 91.45 % (1977)

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Statistics

Data

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

Age: 69
 

External links

Official site

Bands

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1969
58.45 %
1970
78.77 %
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1972
91.05 %
1973
75.98 %

Hunky Dory

David Bowie - Hunky Dory
91.71 %
(2016-01-15)
Release date: 1971-12-17
Type: studio
Genres:

In collection: CD (2012-03-13)
 
Average song length: 03:47
Average song rating:

Ranking

David Bowie:
3
/
25
Year (1971):
2
/
59
Decade (1970's):
11
/
590
Overall:
23
/
2642

Tracks

1
lyrics
03:38
2
lyrics
03:12
3
lyrics
02:56
4
lyrics
03:54
5
lyrics
02:54
6
lyrics
05:07
7
lyrics
03:07
8
lyrics
03:57
9
lyrics
04:12
10
lyrics
03:19
11
lyrics
05:22
 
Total time:
 
41:38

Credits

Artist

David Bowie
vocals, guitar, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, piano (2, 3, 11)

Backing band

Trevor Bolder
bass guitar, trumpet
Mick Ronson
guitar, vocals, mellotron

Lyrics

Changes
03:38
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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 strange
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
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
And so the days float through my eyes
But still 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 strange
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
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
Changes are taking
The pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n' rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time
Oh! You Pretty Things
03:12
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Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane
Oh, you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior

Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
We've finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane
Oh, you pretty things
Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior
Eight Line Poem
02:56
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down the west side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
Life on Mars?
03:54
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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 Ibiza 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
Kooks
02:54
Will you stay in our lovers' story
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow, so take a chance
With a couple of kooks
Hung up on romancing

We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry
And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry
I bought you a pair of shoes
A trumpet you can blow and a book of rules
On what to say to people when they pick on you
'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kookie too

Will you stay in our lovers' story
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of kooks
Hung up on romancing

And if you ever have to go to school
Remember how they messed up this old fool
Don't pick fights with the bu llies or the cads
'Cause I'm not much cop at punching other people's dads
And if the homework brings you down
Then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car downtown

Will you stay in our lovers' story
If you stay you won't be sorry
'Cause we believe in you
Soon you'll grow so take a chance
With a couple of kooks
Hung up on romancing
Quicksand
05:07
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery
I'm living in a silent film
Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of dream reality
I'm frightened by the total goal
Drawing to the ragged hole
And I ain't got the power anymore
No, I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
Living proof of Churchill's lies
I'm destiny
I'm torn between the light and dark
Where others see their targets, divine symmetry
Should I kiss the viper's fang
Or herald loud the death of Man
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release

I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
Just a mortal with potential of a superman
I'm living on
I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
Of bullshit faith
If I don't explain what you ought to know
You can tell me all about it on the next Bardot
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself
Don't deceive with belief
Knowledge comes with death's release
Fill Your Heart
03:07
Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time
Things that happened in the past
Only happened in your mind
Only in your mind
Forget your mind and you'll be

Free, the writing's on the wall
Free and you can know it all if you choose
Just remember lovers never lose
'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love cleans the mind and makes it free

Happiness is happening
The dragons have been bled
Gentleness is everywhere
Fear's just in your head, only in your head
Fear is in your head, only in your head
So forget your head and you'll be

Free, the writing's on the wall
Free and you can know it all if you choose
Just remember lovers never lose
'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure
And of thoughts unkind
Gentleness clears the soul
Love will clean the mind and makes you free
Andy Warhol
03:57
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 wake up on the sea
He 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
Song for Bob Dylan
04:12
Hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a super brain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

You gave your heart to every bedsit room
At least a picture on the wall
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes
And told them how they saw
Then we lost your train of thought
The paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising we'd rather be scared
Together than alone

Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a super brain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

Now hear this, Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
Tell him we've lost his poems
So they're writing on the walls
Give us back our unity
And give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
The same old painted lady
From the brow of a super brain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Queen Bitch
03:19
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
Her 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
And her frock coat and bibbity-bobbity 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
And 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've been me, yes it could've been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
And her frock coat and bibbity-bobbity hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a while and I gaze at my hotel wall
The cot feels so cold, it don't feel like no bed at all
I lay down a while and look at my hotel wall
And 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've been me, oh yes it could've been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
And her frock coat and bibbity-bobbity hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
The Bewlay Brothers
05:22
And so the story goes, they wore the clothes
They said the things to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
And the good men of tomorrow, had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun

The Bewlay Brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old and dust would flow
Through our veins and lo, it was midnight back on the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moonboys

The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But he can't sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
He's camelian, cComedian, Corinthian and caricature
"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the bad

The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked
I might just slip away, hey
Just for the day, hey
Please come away, hey
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