Альбом David Bowie

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
Englishmen going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't crumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never born, 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
Englishmen 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
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after

Though the idea of compassion
Is said to be
The union of Christ
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
Redeame this spiritual qualities
Of sex of sex
Chrstianity
Has been pretty modern
About sex
Of sex of sex of sex of sex
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex

I think there is a union
between the flesh and the spirit
It's sex and the church
Sex and the church

All religions' mother

Give me you're freedom of spirit
And the joy's of the flesh
Of sex sex sex and the church

Give me you're freedom of spirit
And the joy's of the flesh
Of 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 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

Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex and the church
Sex sex

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Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Shine shine shine
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 parlours
Party on the dead
Put a net through his headache

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine
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

Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Yooou, yooou, yooou
Yooou, yooou, yooou
All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun
No peachy prayers
No trendy rechauffé
I'm with you
So I can't go on
CHORUS
All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
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
CHORUS
Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new
Your embrace
Was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu
Steely resolve
Is falling from me
My poor soul
All bruised passivity
All your regrets
Ride rough-shod over me
I'm so glad
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so thankful
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm in clover
For we're strangers when we meet
Heel head over
But we're strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet (repeat ad. inf.)

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good god" or "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

In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls

Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor

She will feel like at tea make me laugh all along (?)
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Oh lady, oh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up up up up oh ah

Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor

Shimi Kapoor

Shimi Kapoor

Shimi Kapoor

Shimi Kapoor

Please heal these tears

Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Please heal these tears
Ah how
Shimi Kapoor
Ah how
Some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Ah how
Never never

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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
Englishmen going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't crumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never born, 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
Englishmen 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
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after