| | David Bowie - Outside - 1995 | |
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| Subject: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:04 pm | |
| Track Listings:
Leon Takes Us Outside – 1:25 Outside – 4:04 The Hearts Filthy Lesson – 4:57 A Small Plot of Land – 6:34 (Segue) – Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette) – 1:39 Hallo Spaceboy – 5:14 The Motel – 6:49 I Have Not Been to Oxford Town – 3:47 No Control – 4:33 (Segue) – Algeria Touchschriek – 2:03 The Voyeur of Utter Destruction (as Beauty) – 4:21 (Segue) – Ramona A. Stone/I Am With Name – 4:01 Wishful Beginnings – 5:08 We Prick You – 4:33 (Segue) – Nathan Adler – 1:00 I'm Deranged – 4:31 Thru' These Architects Eyes – 4:22 (Segue) – Nathan Adler – 0:28 Strangers When We Meet – 5:07
Personnel:
David Bowie: Vocals, Saxophone, Guitar, Keyboards Brian Eno: Synthesizers, Treatments, Strategies Reeves Gabrels: Guitar Erdal Kizilcay: Bass, Keyboards Mike Garson: Grand piano Sterling Campbell: Drums Carlos Alomar: Rhythm guitar Joey Baron: Drums Yossi Fine: Bass Tom Frish: Additional guitar on Strangers When We Meet Kevin Armstrong: Additional guitar on Thru' These Architect's Eyes Bryony, Lola, Josey and Ruby Edwards: Background vocals on The Heart's Filthy Lesson and I Am With Name | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Fri Jul 10, 2009 1:05 pm | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:56 am | |
| David Bowie - Leon Takes Us Outside
Valentines Day, 25, June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 20, 15, Martin Luther King Day, June 18th, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Nicholas, August, Wednesday, 13th, Sunday, 5th, March, October, January, October 13th, Wednesday, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1, late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16, August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June.
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:58 am | |
| David Bowie - Outside
Now Not tomorrow Yesterday Not tomorrow
It happens today The damage today They fall on today They beat on the outside And I'll stand by you
Now Not tomorrow It's happening now Not tomorrow
It's happening now The crazed in the hot-zone The mental and diva's hands The fisting of life To the music outside To the music outside
It happens outside The music is outside It's happening outside The music is outside It's happening, now Not tomorrow Yesterday Not tomorrow
The music is outside It's happening outside The music is outside The music is outside
Outside Outside Outside Outside
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:59 am | |
| David Bowie - The Hearts Filthy Lesson
(Hearts filthy lesson) (Hearts filthy lesson) (Hearts filthy lesson)
There's always the Diamond friendly Sitting in the Laugh Motel The Hearts Filthy lesson With her hundred miles to hell
Oh, Ramona - if there was only something between us If there was only something between us Other than our clothes
Something in our skies Something in our skies Something in our blood Something in our skies
Paddy Paddy Who's been wearing Miranda's clothes?
It's the hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Falls upon deaf ears (Hearts Filthy Lesson) It's the hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Hearts filthy lesson Falls upon deaf ears Falls upon dead ears
(Hearts filthy lesson) (Hearts filthy lesson) (Hearts filthy lesson) Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future And these cerulean skies
Something in our skies Something in our skies Something in our blood Something in our skies
Paddy, Paddy?
Paddy will you carry me, I think I've lost my way (Hearts filthy lesson, Hearts filthy lesson) I'm already five years older I'm already in my grave I’m already (Hearts filthy lesson, Hearts filthy lesson) I'm already I'm already I'm already (Hearts filthy lesson, Hearts filthy lesson) Will you carry me? Oh Paddy, I think I've lost my way
Paddy, what a fantastic death abyss Paddy, what a fantastic death abyss (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson Tell the others (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson What a fantastic death abyss Tell the others (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson Paddy, what a fantastic death abyss (Hearts filthy lesson) It's the Hearts Filthy Lesson Tell the others
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 3:59 am | |
| David Bowie - A Small Plot Of Land
Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so
Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The Barbs laughed The fool is dead
Poor dunce He's less than within us The brains talk But the will to live is dead And prayer can't travel so far these days The talk of your life Standing so near To innocent eyes Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels And claws his way Is small life so manic Are these really the days
Poor dunce Poor dunce
Poor soul Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor soul Poor soul Poor soul
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:00 am | |
| David Bowie - (Segue) Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette)
Test, testing, testing This, hmmm, Grace is my name And and I was...um... It was that phot... a fading photograph of A patch, a patchwork quilt. And they've put me on these Ramona put me on these interest drugs So I'm thinking very, too, bit too fast like a brain patch And ah they won't let me see anybody If I want to sometimes and I ask I can still hear some pop...popular musics And aftershocks. (Ahhh-choo) See I've been watching a television of um... in the homelands That's the new homelands and um that's all I can remember And now they just want me to be quiet And I think something is going to be horrid
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:01 am | |
| David Bowie - Hallo Spaceboy
Spaceboy, you're sleepy now Your silhouette is so stationary You're released but your custody calls And I want to be free
Don't you want to be free Do you like girls or boys It's confusing these days But Moondust will cover you Cover you
This chaos is killing me
So bye bye love Yeah bye bye love Bye bye love Yeah bye bye love
This chaos is killing me
Hallo Spaceboy, you're sleepy now Your silhouette is so stationary You're released but your custody calls And I want to be free
Don't you want to be free Do you like girls or boys It's confusing these days But Moondust will cover you Cover you
And the chaos is calling me
Yeah bye bye love So bye bye love Yeah bye bye love So bye bye love
This chaos is killing me This chaos is killing me
Yeah bye bye love Bye bye love Good time love Be sweet sweet dove Bye bye spaceboy Bye bye love
Moondust will cover you Moondust will cover you Moondust will cover you Moondust will cover you Moondust will cover you
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:02 am | |
| David Bowie - The Motel
For we're living in a safety zone Don't be holding back from me We're living from hour to hour down here And we'll take it when we can
It's a kind of living which recognizes The death of the odourless man When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow It's not Eden but it's no sham
There is no hell There is no shame There is no hell Like an old hell There is no hell
And it's lights up, boys Lights up boys
Explosion falls upon deaf ears While we're swimming in a sea of sham Living in the shadow of vanity A complex fashion for a simple man
And there is no hell And there is no shame And there is no hell Like an old hell There is no hell
And the silence flies on its brief flight A razor sharp crap shoot affair And we light up our lives
And there's no more of me exploding you Re-exposing you Like everybody do Re-exploding you
I don't know what to use Make somebody move Me exploding Me exploding you
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:03 am | |
| David Bowie - I Have Not Been To Oxford Town
Baby Grace is the victim She was 14 years of age And the wheels are turning, turning For the finger points at me All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well No I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies
And the prison priests are decent My attorney seems sincere I fear my days are numbered Lord get me out of here All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies
This is your shadow on my wall This is my flesh and blood This is what I could've been
And the wheels are turning and turning As the 20th century dies
If I had not ripped the fabric If time had not stood still If I had not met Ramona If I'd only paid my bill All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies
This is my bunk with two sheets This is my food though foul This is what I could have been
Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies
Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies All's well 20th century dies All's well
All's well, all's well Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:04 am | |
| David Bowie - No Control
Stay away from the future Back away from the light It's all deranged - no control
Sit tight in your corner Don't tell God your plans It's all deranged No control
If I could control tomorrow's haze The darkened shore wouldn't bother me If I can't control the web we weave My life will be lost in the fallen leaves
Every single move's uncertain Don't tell God your plans It's all deranged No control
I should live my life on bended knee If I can't control my destiny You've gotta have a scheme You've gotta have a plan In the world of today, for tomorrow's man
No control
Stay away from the future Don't tell God your plans It's all deranged No control
Forbidden words, deafen me In memory, no control See how far a sinful man Burns his tracks, his bloody robes You've gotta have a scheme You've gotta have a plan In the world of today, for tomorrow's man
I should live my life on bended knee If I can't control my destiny No control I can't believe I've no control It's all deranged
I can't believe I've no control It's all deranged Deranged Deranged
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:05 am | |
| David Bowie - (Segue) Algeria Touchshriek
My name is Mr. Touchshriek Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy My shop sells egg shells off the see shores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop To a Mr. Walloff Domburg A reject from the world wide intellect
He's a broken man I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company We could have great conversations Looking through windows for demons And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them I'm not sure if they're from this country or not I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing If I had another broken man Oh, I dream of something like that
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:06 am | |
| David Bowie - The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)
Turn, and turn again Turn, and turn again
I shake And stare at the sun Till my eyes burn
I shake At the mothers brutal vermin
I shake And stare at the watery moon With the same desire As the sober Philistine I shake
Turn and turn again
Worm, the pain and blade Turn and turn again
The screw Is a tightening Atrocity
I shake For the reeking flesh Is as romantic as hell
The need To have seen it all
The Voyeur of Utter Destruction As beauty I shake
Turn and turn again
I shake Turn and turn again I shake
I shake I shake
Research has pierced All extremes of my sex Call it a day Call it a day Needle point life Blinds the will to be next Call it a day Call it a day
Research has pierced All extremes of my sex Call it a day Call it a day Needle point life Blinds the will to be next Call it a day Call it a day
Call it a day (x15) Today (x15)
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:07 am | |
| David Bowie - (Segue) Ramona A.Stone / I Am With Name
I was Ramona A. Stone I started with no enemies of my own I was an artiste In a tunnel But I've been having a mid-life crisis And I've been dreaming of sleep And ape men with metal parts I've spat upon deeply felt age I've hid my hearts in And I hate the funny colored english We'll creep togeher you and I For I know who the small friends are
I am with name, I am with name I am Ramona A Stone A night fear female Good timing drone I am with name, I am with name
I am with name, I am with name I am Ramona A Stone She should say: twitch & stream It'll end in chrome Night of the female good time drone I am with name I am Ramona A Stone She should say: I am with name I am Ramona A Stone
A person who loses a name Feels anxiety descending Left at the crossroads, between the centuries A millennium fetish I am with name, I am with name I am Ramona A Stone I am with name
Night fear female Good timing drone I am with name I am Ramona A Stone
I am Ramona A Stone
[Give it to me one more time!] Anxiety descending Anxiety descending
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:10 am | |
| David Bowie - Wishful Begginings
Cruising around me the flames burn my body Wishful beginnings Does this remind them again & again You're a sorry little girl You're a sorry little girl Please hide, for the pain must feel like snow You're a sorry little girl Sorry little girl
Please hide from the kiss and the bite Shame burns Breathing in, breathing out Breathing in, only doubt The pain must feel like snow I'm no longer your golden boy Sorry little girl I'm sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow There you go Cover me, cover me We flew on the wings We were deep in the dead air And this one will never go down
We had such wishful beginnings But we lived unbearable lives I'm sorry little girl Sorry little girl So so sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow There you go There you go
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:11 am | |
| David Bowie - We Prick You
White boys falling on the fires of night I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell Flesh punks burning in their glue Revolution comes in the strangest way I wish you'd tell, I wish you'd tell I'd rather be inside you
Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you
Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you
You show respect even if you disagree You show respect
You show respect even if you disagree You show respect
Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell we wish you well, we wish you well Innocence passed me by Wanna be screwing when the nightmare comes I wish you well, I wish you well Wanna come quick then die
Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you
Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you
You show respect even if you disagree You show respect
You show respect even if you disagree You show respect
All the little rose-kissed foxy girls Shoes, shoes, little white shoes Where have all the flowers gone All the little fragile champion boys Toys, toys, little black toys Dripping on the end of a gun
Even if you disagree
Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you
Tell the truth Tell the truth Tell the truth We prick you we prick you we prick you
You show respect even if you disagree You show respect
You show respect
Shoes, shoes, little white shoes Wish you well, wish you well (even if you disagree, even if you disagree) Toys, toys, little black toys Wish you well, wish you well (even if you disagree) Shoes, shoes, little white shoes Wish you well, wish you well
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:11 am | |
| David Bowie - (Segue) Nathan Adler
Old Touchschriek was the main name server Suspected of being a shoulder surfer But he didn't know from shit About challenge response systems Now Ramona A Stone we know was selling interest drugs She got males all hung up on her mind filters She was if you don't mine me saying so an update demon Now Leon He couldn't wait for 12 o'clock midnight He jumps up on the stage With a criss criss machete And slashes around cutting a zero on everything I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself Was this a suspect? I says to myself Woa! "Quelle courage!" Oh wait, I'm getting ahead of myself Let me take you back to when it all began
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:12 am | |
| David Bowie - I'm Deranged
Funny how secrets travel I'd start to believe if I were to bleed Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high Cruise me blond Cruise me babe A blond belief beyond beyond beyond No return No return
I'm deranged Deranged my love I'm deranged down down down So cruise me babe cruise me baby
And the rain sets in It's the angel-man I'm deranged
Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe
The clutch of life and the fist of love Over your head Big deal Salaam Be real deranged Salaam Before we reel I'm deranged
And the rain sets in It's the angel-man I'm deranged
And the rain sets in It's the angel-man I'm deranged
Cruise me cruise me cruise me babe
I'm deranged
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:13 am | |
| David Bowie - Thru These Architects Eyes
(We're living in a golden age, a golden age, a golden age) (We're living in a golden age, a golden age, a golden age) (We're living in a golden age, a golden age, a golden age)
Stomping along on this big Philip Johnson Is delay just wasting my time Looking across at Richard Rogers Scheming dreams to blow both their minds
It's difficult you see To give up baby To leave a job When you know You know the money's from day to day
All the majesty of a city landscape All the soaring days in our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy I see Thru these architect's eyes
Cold winter bleeds on the girders of Babel This stone boy watching the crawling land Rings of flesh and the towers of iron The steaming caves and the rocks and the sand
Stomping along on this big Phillip Johnson Is delay just wasting my time It's difficult you see To give up baby These summer scumholes This goddamned starving life
All the majesty of a city landscape All the soaring days in our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy I see Thru these architect's eyes
It's difficult you see It's difficult you see
All the majesty of a city landscape All the soaring days in our lives All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye All the joy I see Thru these architect's eyes
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:14 am | |
| David Bowie - (Segue) Nathan Adler
Ramona is so cold When she broke it off with Leon, She said "The ring is enough, I don't wanna see this face again" Ramona was so cold Ramona was so cold
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Outside - 1995 Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:14 am | |
| David Bowie - Strangers When We Meet
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
All my violence Raining tears upon the sheet 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 Raining tears upon the sheet 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 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 Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet
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