 David Bowie
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Artist rating: 89.96 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 91.28 % (1979)
Most recent trend: 84.88 % (2016)
Highest trend: 91.45 % (1977)
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DataBorn: 1947-01-08
Died: 2016-01-10
Age: 69
External linksOfficial site
| GenresArt Rock, Pop/Rock, Glam Rock, Alternative Rock, Art Pop, Electronic, Experimental Rock, New Wave, Berlin School, Blue Eyed Soul, Industrial Rock, Jazz Rock, Pop, Psychedelic Pop, Adult Oriented Rock, Ambient, Baroque Pop, Dance Pop, Drum and Bass, Folk Rock, Funk Rock, Hard Rock, Jazz Pop, Krautrock, New Jack Swing, Psychedelic Rock, Sophisti-Pop, TV Soundtrack | 
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Associated artistsIggy Pop (2), Tin Machine (2), Queen (1), Lou Reed (1), The Rolling Stones (1) |
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The Next Day
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(2016-01-15) |
Date released: 2013-03-08 Type: studio In collection: CD (2013-03-11)Average track length: 03:48 Average track rating:  |
Ranking
David Bowie:
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25
Year (2013):
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31
Decade (2010's):
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243
Overall:
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Tracks
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1 lyrics  03:27 | 2 lyrics  02:59 | 3 lyrics 03:57 | 4 lyrics  03:58 | 5 lyrics 04:09 | 6 lyrics 03:02 | 7 lyrics 03:12 | 8 lyrics 03:45 | 9 lyrics 04:10 | 10 lyrics  03:22 | 11 lyrics 04:34 | 12 lyrics 03:32 | 13 lyrics 04:38 | 14 lyrics 04:25 | Total time: 53:10 |
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Credits
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Artist
 David Bowie (66) vocals, guitar (1), string arrangement (1, 3), acoustic guitar (3, 13-14), keyboards (4-5, 7, 10-11) Session works
 Tony Visconti (68)string arrangement (1, 3, 13-14), guitar (2, 13), recorder (3, 9), strings (5), bass (6, 12) Producers
Engineers
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Lyrics
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The Next Day 03:27 |
Look into my eyes he tells her
I'm gonna say goodbye he says yea
Do not cry she begs of him goodbye yea
All that day she thinks of his love yea
They whip him through the streets and alleys there
The gormless and the baying crowd right there
They can't get enough of that doomsday song
They can't get enough of it all
Listen
Listen to the whores he tells her
He fashions paper sculptures of them
Then drags them to the river's bank in the cart
Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark
And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin
Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest
Here I am
Not quite dying
My body left to rot in a hollow tree
Its branches throwing shadows
On the gallows for me
And the next day
And the next
And another day
Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases
They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest
First they give you everything that you want
Then they take back everything that you have
They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees
They can work with satan while they dress like the saints
They know god exists for the devil told them so
They scream my name aloud down into the well below
Here I am
Not quite dying
My body left to rot in a hollow tree
Its branches throwing shadows
On the gallows for me
And the next day
And the next
And another day |
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Dirty Boys 02:59 |
Something like Tobacco Road
Living on a lonely road
I will pull you out of there
We will go to Finchley Fair
I will buy you feather hat
I will steal a cricket bat
Smash some windows, make a noise
We will run with dirty boys
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the die is cast
When the die is cast and you have no choice
We will run with dirty boys
We all go mad we all want you
Me and the boys we all go through
You've got to learn to hold your tongue
This ain't the moon this is burnin' sun
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the die is cast
When the die is cast and you have no choice
We will run with dirty boys |
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The Stars (Are Out Tonight) 03:57 |
Stars are never sleeping
Dead ones and the living
We live closer to the earth
Nearer to the heavens
The stars are never far away
Stars are out tonight
They watch us from behind their shades
Brigitte, Jack and Kate and Brad
From behind their tinted window stretch
Gleaming like blackened sunshine
Stars are never sleeping
Dead ones and the living
Waiting for the first move
Satyrs and their child wives
Waiting for the last move
Soaking up our primitive world
Stars are never sleeping
Dead ones and the living
Their jealousy's spilling down
The stars must stick together
We will never be rid of these stars
But I hope they live forever
And they know just what we do
That we toss and turn at night
They're waiting to make their moves
But the stars are out tonight
Here they are upon the stairs
Sexually unaroused
They are the stars, they're dying for you
But I hope they live forever
They burn you with their radiant smiles
Trap you with their beautiful eyes
They're broke and shamed or drunk or scared
But I hope they live forever
Their jealousy's spilling down
The stars must stick together
We will never be rid of these stars
But I hope they live forever
And they know just what we do
That we toss and turn at night
They're waiting to make their moves on us
The stars are out tonight
The stars are out tonight
The stars are out tonight |
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Love Is Lost 03:58 |
It's the darkest hour, you're twenty two
The voice of youth, the hour of dread
The darkest hour and your voice is new
Love is lost, lost is love
Your country's new
Your friends are new
Your house and even your eyes are new
Your maid is new and your accent too
But your fear is as old as the world
Say goodbye to the thrills of life
Where love was good, no love was bad
Wave goodbye to the life without pain
Say hello
You're a beautiful girl
Say hello to the lunatic men
Tell them your secrets
They're like the grave
Oh, what have you done?
Oh, what have you done?
Love is lost, lost is love
You know so much, it's making you cry
You refuse to talk but you think like mad
You've cut out your soul and the face of thought
Oh, what have you done?
Oh, what have you done? |
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Where Are We Now? 04:09 |
Had to get the train
From Potsdamer Platz
You never knew that
That I could do that
Just walking the dead
Sitting in the Dschungel
On Nürnberger Strasse
A man lost in time
Near KaDeWe
Just walking the dead
Where are we now, where are we now?
The moment you know, you know, you know
Twenty thousand people
Cross Bösebrücke
Fingers are crossed
Just in case
Walking the dead
Where are we now, where are we now?
The moment you know, you know, you know
As long as there's sun
As long as there's sun
As long as there's rain
As long as there's rain
As long as there's fire
As long as there's fire
As long as there's me
As long as there's you |
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Valentine's Day 03:02 |
Valentine told me who's to go
Feelings he's treasured most of all
The teachers and the football star
It's in his tiny face
It's in his scrawny hand
Valentine told me so
He's got something to say
It's Valentine's Day
The rhythm of the crowd
Teddy and Judy down
Valentine sees it all
He's got something to say
It's Valentine's Day
Valentine told me how he'd feel
If all the world were under his heel
Or stumbling through the mall
It's in his tiny face
It's in his scrawny hand
Valentine knows it all
He's got something to say
It's Valentine's Day
Valentine Valentine
Valentine Valentine
It's in his scrawny hand
It's in his icy heart
It's happening today
Valentine Valentine |
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If You Can See Me 03:12 |
If you can see me I can see you
I could wear your new blue shoes
I should wear your old red dress
And walk to the crossroads
So take this knife
And meet me across the river
Just shoots and ladders and this is the kiss
American anna fantasticalsation
From nowhere to nothing
And I go way back
Children swarm like thousands of bugs
Towards the lights the beacons above the hill
The stars to the West, the South, the North
And to the East
Now you could say I've got a gift of sorts
A fear of rear windows and swinging doors
A love of violence a dread of sighs
If you can see me I can see you
If you can see me I can see you
I have seen these bairns wave their fists at God
Swear to destroy the beasts stamping the ground
In their excitement for tomorrow
I could wear your new blue shoes
I should wear your old red dress
And walk to the crossroads
So take this knife
And meet me across the river
I will take your lands and all that lays beneath
The dust of cold flowers prison of dark ashes
I will slaughter your kind who descend from belief
I am the spirit of greed a lord of theft
I'll burn all your books and the problems they make
If you can see me I can see you
If you can see me |
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I'd Rather Be High 03:45 |
Nabokov is sun-licked now
Upon the beach at Grunewald
Brilliant and naked just
The way that authors look
Clare and Lady Manners drink
Until the other cows go home
Gossip till their lips are bleeding
Politics and all
I'd rather be high
I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I'd rather be high
The Thames was black, the tower dark
I flew to Cairo, find my regiment
City's full of generals
And generals full of shit
I stumble to the graveyard and I
Lay down by my parents, whisper
Just remember duckies
Everybody gets got
I'd rather be high
I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on those men in the sand
I'd rather be high
I'm seventeen my looks can prove it
I'm so afraid that I will lose it
I'd rather smoke and phone my ex
Be pleading for some teenage sex,
Yeah
I'd rather be high
I'd rather be flying
I'd rather be dead
Or out of my head
Than training these guns on the men in the sand
I'd rather be high |
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Boss of Me 04:10 |
Tell me when you're sad
I wanna make it cool again
I know you're feeling bad
Tell me when you're cool again
Who'd have ever thought of it
Who'd have ever dreamed
That a small town girl like you
Would be the boss of me
We fly through the night
The tears on your lips
Life has your mind and soul
It spins on your hips
Who'd have ever thought of it
Who'd have ever dreamed
Who'd have ever thought of it
Who'd have ever dreamed
That a small town girl like you
Would be the boss of me
Would be the boss of me
Would be the boss of me
You look at me and you weep
For the free blue sky
I look to the stars
As they flicker and float in your eyes
And under these wings of steel
The small town dies
Who'd have ever thought of it
Who'd have ever dreamed
Who'd have ever thought of it
Who'd have ever dreamed
That a small town girl like you
Would be the boss of me
Who'd have ever thought of it
Who'd have ever dreamed
That a small town girl like you
Would be the boss of me
Would be the boss of me
Would be the boss of me |
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Dancing Out in Space 03:22 |
Cutting through the water
Hands upon the ghost
To the city of solid iron
Through the kingdom of the ghost
Send your friend away now
Let him sail back home tonight
Something like religion
Dancing face to face
Something like a drowning
Dancing out in space
No-one here can see you
Dancing face to face
No-one here can beat you
Dancing out in space
Silent as Georges Rodenbach
Mist and silhouette
Girl, you move like water
You've got stars upon your head
You've got my name and number
You've got to take the floor
Something like religion
Dancing face to face
Something like a drowning
Dancing out in space
No-one here can see you
Dancing face to face
No-one here can beat you
Dancing out in space
Dancing face to face
Dancing out in space
Dancing face to face
Dancing out in space |
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How Does the Grass Grow? 04:34 |
There's a graveyard by the station
Where the girls wear nylon skirts and
Sandals from Hungary
The boys ride their Riga 1's
Upon the little hill
Such sadness and grief
The trees die standing
That's where we made our trysts
And struggled with our guns
Would you still love me
If the clocks could go backwards
The girls would fill with blood and
The grass would be green again
Remember the dead
They were so great
Some of them
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
Where do the boys lie
Mud mud mud
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood
But I lived a blind life
A white face in prison
But you made a life out of nothing
Now I ride my black horse
I miss you more
Than you'll ever ever know
Waiting with my red eyes
And my stone heart
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
Where do the boys lie
Mud mud mud
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood
I gaze in defeat
At the stars in the night
The light in my life burnt away
There will be no tomorrow
Then you sigh in your sleep
And meaning returns with the day
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya
Where do the boys lie
Mud mud mud
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood |
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(You Will) Set the World on Fire 03:32 |
Midnight in the Village
Seeger lights the candles
From Bitter End to Gaslight
Baez leaves the stage
Ochs takes notes
When the black girl and guitar
Burn together hot in rage
You've got what it takes
You say too much
Oh, you will set the world, babe
You will set the world on fire
I can work the scene and
I can see the magazines
I can hear the nation
I can hear the nation cry
You will set the world, babe
You will set the world on fire
You will set it on fire
Kennedy would kill for the lines that you've written
Van Ronk says to Bobby "She's the next real thing"
Crouched in the half light, screaming like a banshee
You're in the boat, babe, we're in the water
You say too much
Oh, you will set the world, babe
You will set the world on fire
I can work the scene and
I can see the magazines
I can hear the nation
I can hear the nation cry
You will set the world, babe
You will set the world on fire
You will set it on fire |
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You Feel So Lonely You Could Die 04:38 |
No one ever saw you moving through the dark
Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park
Hidden from your friends, stealing all they knew
Love is thrown in airless rooms, then vile rewards for you
And I'm gonna tell, yes, I've gotta tell
Gotta tell the things you said
When you're talking in the dark
And I'm gonna tell the things you've done
When you're walking through the park
Some night on the thrillest street
Will come a silent gun
You've got a dangerous heart
You stole their trust, their moon, their sun
They'll come such assassin's needle on a crowded train
I bet you feel so lonely you could die
Buldings crammed with people, landscapes filled with wrath
Gray concrete city, rain has wet the street
I want to see you clearly before you close the door
A room of bloody history, you made sure of that
I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam
I could read you like a book
I can feel you falling
I hear you moaning in your room
Oh, see if I care
Oh, please, please make it soon
Walls have got you cornered
You've got the blues, my friend
And people don't like you
But you will leave without a sound, without an end
Hopefully it'll shine on you
Death alone shall own you
I hope you feel so lonely you could die
Feel so lonely you could die
You feel so lonely you could die |
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Heat 04:25 |
Then we saw
Mission is dark
Trapped between the rocks
Blocking the waterfall
The songs of dust
The world would end
And night was always falling
The peacock in the snow
And I tell myself, I don't know who I am
And I tell myself, I don't know who I am
My father ran the prison
My father ran the prison
I can only love you
By hating him more
That's not the truth
It's too big a word
He believed
That love is theft
Love and war
The theft of love
And I tell myself, I don't know who I am
And I tell myself, I don't know who I am
My father ran the prison
My father ran the prison
But I am a seer, I am a liar
I am a seer, but I am a liar
My father ran the prison
My father ran the prison |
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