David Bowie (89,96 %)
Diamond Dogs (87,62 %)
In collection
Released: 1974-05-24
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
7
Year (1974):
3
Decade (1970's):
27
Overall:
112
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1.
Future Legend
 01:08
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2.
Diamond Dogs
 05:58
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3.
Sweet Thing
 03:39
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4.
Candidate
02:40
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5.
Sweet Thing (reprise)
02:32
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6.
Rebel Rebel
04:34
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7.
Rock 'n' Roll with Me
 04:02
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8.
We Are the Dead
04:59
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9.
1984
03:27
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10.
Big Brother
03:21
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11.
Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family
 02:04
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Album length:
38:24
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Lyrics |
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1.
Future Legend
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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" |
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2.
Diamond Dogs
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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 |
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3.
Sweet Thing
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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 |
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4.
Candidate
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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 |
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5.
Sweet Thing (reprise)
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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 |
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Rebel Rebel
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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 |
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7.
Rock 'n' Roll with Me
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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 |
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8.
We Are the Dead
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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 |
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1984
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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 |
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10.
Big Brother
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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 |
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11.
Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family
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Brother Oh, oh Shake it up Shake it up Move it up Move it up |