Тексты песен «David Bowie»

I've seen the city I took the next flight For Borneo They say it's pretty I like the tee shirts In Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others in Playboy Or Duvalier Make the last plane come Let me rise through the cloudy above...

I've seen the city I took the next flight for Borneo They say it's pretty I like the tee shirts in Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others in Playboy or Duvalier Make the last plane come Let me rise through the cloudy above...

Up every evening 'bout Half eight or nine I give my Complete attention to a Very good friend of mine He's quadraphonic, he's a He's got more channels So hologramic, oh my TVC 15 I brought my baby home she She...

OH OH OH OH, OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH, OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH, OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH, OH OH OH OH. . . UP EV'RY EVENIN' 'BOUT HALF EIGHT OR NINE I GIVE MY COMPLETE ATTENTION TO A VERY GOOD FRIEND OF MINE HE'S...

Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels So hologramic, oh my T V C one five I brought my baby home, she...

===== Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh (3 times) Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels So hologramic, oh...

Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up Climbs across his bike and he's away Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the...

pressure pushing down on me pressing down on you no man ask for under pressure---that burns a building down splits a family in two puts people on streets it's the terror...

============== (David Bowie/Freddy Mercury/Roger Taylor/John Deacon/Brian May) Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Pressure, pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for...

(D.Bowie) Skin dance back-a-the condo Skin heads getting to school Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat Racism back in rule White trash picking up Nazi flags While you was gone, there was war This is the...

Skin dance back at the condo Skin heads getting to school Beating on Blacks with a baseball bat Racism back in rule White trash picking up Nazi flags While you was gone, there was war This is the West, get used...

No one can blame you For walking away. Too much rejection. No love injection. Life can't be easy. It's not always swell. Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl, 'Cause it hurts like hell, But down in the underground...

No one can blame you for walking away Too much rejection No love injection Life can be easy It's not always swell Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl 'Cause it hurts like hell But down in the underground...

No one can blame you for walking away Too much rejection No love injection Life can be easy It's not always swell Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl 'Cause it hurts like hell But down in the underground...

In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs In the chilly sea that killed her real slows Now we're swimming luck by the river doll by our sides Fill the cup with these sleepy souls Semicargo It's clear that...

Spy,spy,pretty girl, I see you see me through your window. Don't turn your nose up, Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or the last. It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house, And...

Spy, spy, pretty girl I see you see me through your window Don't turn your nose up Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house And I know...

The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom And the possibilities it seems to offer It's got nothing to do with you If one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you If one can grasp it A series of shocks - sneakers...

Music and Lyrics by Bowie The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom And the possibilities it seems to offer It's got nothing to do with you If one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you If one can grasp it A...

The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom And the possibilities it seems to offer It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it A series of shocks -...