David Bowie (89,96 %)
The Next Day (80,63 %)
In collection
Released: 2013-03-08
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
9
Year (2013):
2
Decade (2010's):
16
Overall:
289
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1.
The Next Day
 03:27
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2.
Dirty Boys
 02:59
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3.
The Stars (Are Out Tonight)
03:57
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4.
Love Is Lost
 03:58
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5.
Where Are We Now?
04:09
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6.
Valentine's Day
03:02
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7.
If You Can See Me
03:12
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8.
I'd Rather Be High
03:45
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9.
Boss of Me
04:10
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10.
Dancing Out in Space
 03:22
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11.
How Does the Grass Grow?
04:34
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12.
(You Will) Set the World on Fire
03:32
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13.
You Feel So Lonely You Could Die
04:38
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14.
Heat
04:25
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Album length:
53:10
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Lyrics |
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1.
The Next Day
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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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2.
Dirty Boys
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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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3.
The Stars (Are Out Tonight)
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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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4.
Love Is Lost
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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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5.
Where Are We Now?
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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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6.
Valentine's Day
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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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7.
If You Can See Me
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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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8.
I'd Rather Be High
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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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9.
Boss of Me
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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
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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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11.
How Does the Grass Grow?
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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
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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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13.
You Feel So Lonely You Could Die
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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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14.
Heat
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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 |