David Bowie (89,96 %)
The Buddha of Suburbia (59,43 %)
Released: 1993-11-08
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
18
Year (1993):
34
Decade (1990's):
299
Overall:
1760
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1.
Buddha of Suburbia
 04:29
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2.
Sex and the Church
 06:24
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3.
South Horizon
05:25
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4.
The Mysteries
07:12
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5.
Bleed Like a Craze, Dad
 05:23
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6.
Strangers When We Meet
04:59
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7.
Dead Against It
05:48
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8.
Untitled No. 1
05:03
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9.
Ian Fish, UK Heir
06:29
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10.
Buddha of Suburbia
04:21
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Album length:
55:33
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Lyrics |
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1.
Buddha of Suburbia
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Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies Screaming along in South London Vicious but ready to learn Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer Sometimes but always in vain So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishman going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way With great expectations I change all my clothes Mustn't grumble at silver and gold Screaming above Central London Never bored, so I'll never get old So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishman going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way Day after Day after Day Day after Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le chien Day after |
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2.
Sex and the Church
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Though the idea of confession, it is said to be The union of and his bride, the Christian It's all very puzzling Sex and the church, sex and the church Sex and the church and the church and the church All the great mystic religions put strong emphasis On the redeeming spiritual qualities of sex, of sex Christianity has been pretty modern about sex Of sex, of sex, of sex, of sex Sex and the church, sex and the churc Sex and the church, sex, sex I think there is a union between the flesh and the spirit Sex and the church, sex and the church All religions' mother Give me the freedom of spirit and the joys Of the flesh and sex, sex, sex and the church Give me the freedom of spirit and the joys Of the flesh and sex, sex, sex and the church Sex and the church, sex and the church Sex and the church and the church and the church Sex, sex, sex and the church, sex and the church Sex and the church, sex, sex, sex |
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3.
South Horizon
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4.
The Mysteries
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5.
Bleed Like a Craze, Dad
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Shine shine shine Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Easy come, come, gotta back In the valley of the dead man walks How they drank from the jazz Astral, Kestrel, Fed into the featherfall Fed him on a pencil carving You will never get Shine shine shine Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Shine shine shine Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Seek for a leather journey Never stopped to think about Hollywood King Kong Domino on the side Street light, looking right Looking to the parlous parlors Party on the dead Put a net through his headache Shine shine shine Blee-eed, bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Living on a movie All the Shirley/Charley films on film Come together, party Footnote on the footstone Shine shine shine Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Shine shine shine Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze |
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6.
Strangers When We Meet
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All our friends Now seem so thin and frail Slinky secrets Hotter than the sun No peachy frairs No trendy rechauffe I'm with you So I can't go on All my violence raining tears upon the sheets I'm bewildered, for we're strangers when we meet Blank screen tv Preening ourselves in the snow Forget my name But I'm over you Blended sunrise And it's a dying world Humming Rheingold We scavenge up our clothes All my violence, raging tears upon the sheets I'm resentful, for we're strangers when we meet Cold tired fingers Tapping out your memories Halfway sadness Dazzled by the new Your embrace It was all that I feared That whirling room We trade by vendu Steely resolve is falling from me My poor soul, poor bruised passivity All your regrets ran rough-shod over me I'm so glad that we're strangers when we meet I'm so thankful, cause we're strangers when we meet I'm in clover, for we're strangers when we meet Heel head over, cause we're strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet |
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7.
Dead Against It
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And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good God, oh my", I cry And die, and lie beside She is the apple in my eye She talked to God I couldn't cope or'd hope eloped A dope she roped this salty lie And when she's dreaming, I believe And when she's reading, I retreat Can't believe her telling me she's dead again Telling me she's dead against it And deep my wound Within for every second chance it was thy tore From deep within despite the rain My words are worn She loves to talk into the phone No matter who, no matter when No matter where No better than the faulty line And when she's dreaming, I believe And when she's reading, I retreat Can't believe her telling me she's dead again Telling me she's dead against it |
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8.
Untitled No. 1
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In mornings she's so regal like the valley sides In the chilly sea that killed her real slow Now we're swimming luck by the river; doll by our sides Fill the cup with its sleepy soul Sleepy Kapoor It's clear that some things never take Sleepy Kapoor Please steal these tears Sleepy Kapoor She will feel like at tea; make me laugh all alone Where sex feels like sex only brought upon Ooh lady, ooh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone Jesus up here near me ah; all up, up above oh Sleepy Kapoor It's clear that some things never Sleepy Kapoor Please steal these tears Sleepy Kapoor Sleepy Kapoor Sleepy Kapoor Sleepy Kapoor Sleepy Kapoor Please steal these tears Sleepy Kapoor It's clear that some things never take Sleepy Kapoor It's clear that some things never Sleepy Kapoor Please steal these tears Sleepy Kapoor Something hasn't Never never |
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Ian Fish, UK Heir
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| no lyrics yet |
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10.
Buddha of Suburbia
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Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies Screaming along in South London Vicious but ready to learn Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer Sometimes but always in vain So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishman going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way With great expectations I change all my clothes Mustn't grumble at silver and gold Screaming above Central London Never bored, so I'll never get old So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishman going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way Day after Day after Day Day after Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le chien Day after |