| | David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 | |
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| Subject: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:33 am | |
| Track listings:
Heaven's in Here – 6:01 Tin Machine – 3:34 Prisoner of Love – 4:50 Crack City – 4:36 I Can't Read – 4:54 Under the God – 4:06 Amazing – 3:06 Working Class Hero – 4:38 Bus Stop – 1:41 Pretty Thing – 4:39 Video Crime – 3:52 Run – 3:20 Sacrifice Yourself – 2:08 Baby Can Dance – 4:57
Personnel:
David Bowie: vocals, Guitar Reeves Gabrels: Lead Guitar Hunt Sales: Drums, vocals Tony Sales: Bass, vocals Kevin Armstrong: Rhythm Guitar, Hammond | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:36 am | |
| David Bowie - Heaven's In Here
Baby I dream between the blade and the tongue Of the rose on your cheek the wounded and dumb We stumble and fall we stumble and fall Skin on skin but there's heaven in...
Heaven's in here Heaven's in here Among the twilight and stars Like a rocket to mars Heaven in here
The first and the last are telling it all Telling you loud but selling it small I'm taking a swing at this shadow of mine Crucifix hangs an' my heart's in my mouth But it's here
Heaven's in here Among the twilight and stars Like a rocket to mars Heaven in here Heaven in one sigh Heaven in two eyes
Heaven lies between your marbled thighs The rustle of your falling gown We stumble and fall like tragedy falls We stumble and twirl there's heaven in here We stumble and fall uncertain we fall Flesh on flesh but there's heaven in... Heaven's in here
Heaven's in here Among the twilight and stars Like a rocket to mars Heaven’s in here
You'll dance to my tongue We'll dance on the sun We're the twilight and stars And there's heaven in here
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:37 am | |
| David Bowie - Tin Machine
Tin machine Tin machine
Take me anywhere Somewhere without alcohol Or goons with muddy hair
Tin machine Tin machine
Tin machine Tin machine
The zombies that I pass The guy that beats his baby up The preachers and their past
Tin machine Tin machine
Tin machine
Baby doll Baby doll
Clarity and prayer There's more than money moving here There's mindless maggot glare Working horrors-humping Tories Spittle on their chins Carving up my children's future Read 'em pal and grin
Raging raging raging Burning in my room C'mon and get a good idea C'mon and get it soon I'm waiting on the fire escape I'm not exactly well I'm neither red nor black nor white I'm grey and blown to hell
Tin machine Tin machine
Make some new computer thing That puts me on the moon Not this psycho-time-bomb planet Poised to meet its maker Shake a leg
Tin machine Tin machine
One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species They reach right out to touch someone Then wash their crusty hands
Tin machine Tin machine
Baby doll Baby doll
Blue suede tuneless wonders Mass confusion-faithless blues Night that spews out watchmen Mopping up another fortune Fractured words and branca-sonic Anger trapped behind locked doors And right between the eyes
Raging raging raging Burning in my room C'mon and get a good idea C'mon and get it soon I'm waiting on the fire escape I'm not exactly well I'm neither red nor black nor white I'm grey and blown to hell
Tin Machine
Tin Machine Tin Machine
Tin Machine Tin Machine
Tin Machine Tin Machine Take me anywhere
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:46 am | |
| David Bowie - Prisoner Of Love
Don't look back Whatever it takes to save your life I've believed I belonged to you for a long time And my heart says no, no one but you
Like a rescue on a darkened street Love walked into town I was a victim of my own self-persecution I'm a prisoner of love-but I'm coming up for air
Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you The world and all that glitters more fool you
I'm such a hungry man that I beg you over and over and over and over And I might take any highway to be there with you Even the best men shiver in their beds I'm loving you above everything I have I'm a prisoner of love I'm a prisoner of love, just stay square
Like a sermon on a blues guitar Love walked into town I was drowning so slowly One step in front of your shadow I'm a prisoner of love but I'm coming up for air
Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you The world and all that glitters more fool you I smell the sickness sown in this city It drives me to hide you, yea, even deceive you I'm so afraid for you that I'll break any thug that maps out your passage to ruin Even the best men shiver in their beds I'm loving you above everything I have I'm a prisoner of love I'm a prisoner of love, just stay square
Take care, take care I'm a prisoner of love Just stay square Just stay square Stay out of the shooting gallery Just stay square I seen the best mans of my generation lay down in cemetery of crematory Just take care Just stay square Just stay square Don't look back Beautiful soul Don't look back Beautiful soul
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:46 am | |
| David Bowie - Crack City
Oh come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell It belongs to the candyman
Don't whore your little bodies To the worms of paradise Like Everest it's fatal Its peaks are cold as ice
They're riding on the subways They're riding on the streets They'll ride you down to the gutters They'll ride you off your feet
Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Piss on the icon monsters Whose guitars bequeath you pain They'll face you down to their level With their addictions and their fast lanes
Corrupt with shaky visions And crack and coke and alcohol They're just a bunch of assholes With butt holes for their brains
You can't keep on riding The pain you know so well They'll ride you down to the gutter They'll ride you down to hell
Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
And you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now
May all your vilest nightmares Consume your shrunken head May the ho-ho-hounds of paranoia Dance upon your stinking bed
Don't look at me you fuck head This nation's turning blue Its stink it fouls the highways Its filth it sticks like glue
Hit Crack City Hit Crack City
They'll bury you in velvet And place you underground The hatred of yourself And the sufferings that conspire To take your little body and throw it to the fools Only your mind can take you out of this Only your mind or death
I'm riding on the subway The subway down to hell I've finished with this journey I seem to know it well
Gonna hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City Hit Crack City Hit Crack City
Hit Crack City
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:47 am | |
| David Bowie - I Can't Read
I can't read and I can't write down I don't know a book from countdown I don't care which shadow gets me All I've got is someone's face
Money goes to money heaven Bodies go to body hell I just cough, catch the chase Switch the channel watch the police car
I can't read shit anymore I just sit back and ignore I just can't get it right, can't get it right I can't read shit, I can't read shit
When you see a famous smile No matter where you run your mile To be right in that photograph Andy where's my fifteen minutes Fifteen, yeah
I can't read shit anymore I just can’t read shit anymore No matter I just can’t get it right I can't read shit, I can't read shit No No Uhh, uhh, uhh
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:47 am | |
| David Bowie - Under The God
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 West, get used to it They put a swastika over the door
Under the God Under the God One step over the red line Under the God Under the God Ten steps into the crazy, crazy
Washington heads in the toilet bowl Don't see supremacist hate Right wing dicks in their boiler suits Picking out who to annihilate
Toxic jungle of Uzi trails Tribesmen just wouldn't live here Fascist flare is fashion cool Well, you're dead - you just ain't buried yet
Under the God Under the God Oh yeah
Under the God Under the God
As the walls came tumbling down So, the secrets that we shared I believed you by the palace gates Now the savage days are here
Under the god
Under the god, under the god Once step over the red line Under the god, under the god Once steps into the crazy, crazy
Crazy eyed man with a shot gun Hot headed creep with a knife Love and peace and harmony Love you could cut with a life
Under the God Under the God Under the God Under the God
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:48 am | |
| David Bowie - Amazing
I'm lazy You're crazy, girl Stay by my side
I'm scared you'll Meet someone In whom you'll confide, no, no, no
Life's still a dream Your love's amazing Since I found you My life's amazing
I pledge you You'll never be blue There's too much at stake to be down
My nightmare Rooted here watching you go Divine in both our lives
Life's still a dream Your love's amazing, amazing Since I found you My life's a roll Go go go And it's amazing It’s amazing Go go go It’s amazing Go go go It’s amazing
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:49 am | |
| David Bowie - Working Class hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must smile as you learn how to kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me Just follow me
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:49 am | |
| David Bowie - Bus Stop
There's a cry that is heard in the city From Vivian at Pentecost Lane A shriekin' and dancing till 4 a.m. Another night of muscles and pain I love you despite your convictions That God never laughs at my jokes
I'm a young man at odds with the Bible But I don't pretend faith never works When we're down on our knees Prayin' at the bus stop
Now Jesus he came in a vision And offered you redemption from sin I'm not sayin' that I don't believe you But are you sure that it really was him I've been told that it could've been blue cheese Or the meal that we ate down the road Hallelujah
I'm a young man at odds with the Bible But I don't pretend faith never works When we're down on our knees Prayin' at the bus stop Hallelujah
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:49 am | |
| David Bowie - Pretty Thing
Think about the good things Think about the bad things Think about a reason to see you tonight Something getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna treat you wrong Tie you down pretend you're Madonna Never gonna treat you wrong
Oh you pretty thing Shake your pretty thing Gimmee that pretty thing
Think about the love thing Think about the sex thing Think about you holding me, taking me down Something getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna do you wrong Strip you down and take you to pieces Always gonna love this song
Oh you pretty thing Feel that pretty thing Suck that pretty thing
Pretty thing Gimmee that pretty thing Oh you pretty thing Shake your pretty thing Gimmee that pretty thing Oh you pretty thing Gimmee that pretty thing Shake that pretty thing Gimmee that pretty thing Oh you pretty thing Shake that pretty thing Feel that pretty thing
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:50 am | |
| David Bowie - Video Crime
Ain't got room for charity, this skeleton's mine Me, I'm crawling with no cash, Chop it up Me, I'm looking for hot flesh, Chop it up
Blood on video-video crime Video crime Needles and pins and video crime Video crime I've got dollars, I've got sense Wonder where the Third World went
Ain’t got time for honeymoon, chop it up Trash Time Bundy, Death Row Chic, chop it up Haunt this street from half past ten, chop it up
Blood on video-video crime Video crime Needles and pins and video crime Video crime Late night cannibal, cripples decay Just can't tear my eyes away
Ain't got no room for charity, this skeleton's mine Ain't got room for Hollywood, chop it up Me, I'm crawling with no cash, chop it up Blood on video-video crime Video crime Needles and pins and video crime Video crime I've got dollars, I've got sense Wonder where the Third World went
Video crime Chop it up, video crime Chop it up, video crime Chop it up, video crime Chop it up, video crime Chop it up
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:50 am | |
| David Bowie - Run
Wish I were a sailor Crossing an azure sea Under leaden skies Under your eyes
But I can't see too far With these animal eyes Can't hold my breath Without your voice
An' I'm danger-prone I'll be bound I'll be fast as hell Without your touch
An' I'll run run run run run run run An' I'll run run run run run Without your love
I'm a goldman I'm a soaring tower And it's cold in here Without your love
Trouble in here, trouble out there Mainline problems ‘till you no longer care Get a long-low life, it's duty bound No hope-no life-no you-ah ha
And I run run run run run run run And I run run run run run Without your love
I duck the shots, tilt the world I talk myself crazy, shoot the breeze Shout to live, shoot to kill Double up in pain, I'm on my knees
And I run run run run run run run And I run run run run run run run
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:51 am | |
| David Bowie - Sacrifice Yourself
Some days he feels so empty Just a talking head Married to a Klingon Who could cream him in the press
God could detonate him God's the one we pick to curse us And 25 years pass him Like an evening at the circus
Don't sacrifice yourself Don’t sacrifice yourself Surprise yourself Don't sacrifice yourself Don't sacrifice yourself Don't sacrifice yourself
There it is, the look, the winner you Once talked of being Give her one last kiss and Dive right out the window screaming No truth decent, It was summer from the waist down She blew the troops right off your feet She tells you she's God's grammy
Don't sacrifice yourself Don’t sacrifice yourself Surprise yourself Don't sacrifice yourself Don't sacrifice yourself Don't sacrifice yourself
Her, the only game in town, a queen of competence Blind in front of mirrors, proving nothings says a lot Wham bam thank you Charlie Vanity is all You wander lonely to the scene A crawling up the walls
Don't sacrifice yourself
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Tin Machine - 1989 Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:51 am | |
| David Bowie - Baby Can Dance
I'm rolling out of the ferris wheel No one looks and no one feels But the baby can, the baby can
The way it feels just feeling you Holding out and falling out But the baby can, the baby can
I'm the jumping man I'm the jumping man But baby can float Baby can drown Baby can touch her toes Toss her hair Makes you feel you're going nowhere Baby can dance Baby can dance Baby can walk around the town Attract a man and cut him down
I'm the shadow man the jumping jack The man who can and don't look back But the baby can, the baby can
I'm rolling out of the ferris wheel No one looks and no one feels But the baby can, the baby can
And the way it feels I'm feeling you But baby can float Baby can drown Baby can touch her toes Toss her hair Make you feel you're going nowhere Baby can dance Baby can dance Baby can walk around the town Attract a man and cut him down
Everyday is far away Everyday, everyday It's over now It's over now It's over now It's over now It's over now It's over now
But baby can float Baby can drown Baby can touch her toes Toss her hair Makes you feel you're going nowhere Baby can dance Baby can dance Baby can walk around the town Attract a man and cut him down
But baby can float Baby can drown Baby can touch her toes Toss her hair Makes you feel you're going nowhere Baby can dance Baby can dance Baby can walk around the town Attract a man and cut him down
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