| | David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 | |
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Michaela Admin
| Subject: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Fri Jul 10, 2009 12:24 pm | |
| Track Listings:
Young Americans – 5:10 Win – 4:44 Fascination – 5:43 Right – 4:13 Somebody Up There Likes Me – 6:30 Across the Universe – 4:30 Can You Hear Me? – 5:04 Fame – 4:12
Bonus Tracks:
"John, I’m Only Dancing (Again)" "Who Can I Be Now?" "It's Gonna Be Me" (alternate version, with strings)
Personnel:
David Bowie – vocals, guitar, piano Carlos Alomar – guitar Mike Garson – piano David Sanborn – sax Willie Weeks – bass except on "Across the Universe" and "Fame" Andy Newmark – drums except on "Across the Universe" and "Fame"
Last edited by Michaela on Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:46 am; edited 1 time in total | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Fri Jul 10, 2009 12:24 pm | |
| David Bowie - Young Americans
They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns "Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?" He kissed her then and there She took his ring, took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but Heaven forbid, she'll take anything But the freak, and his type, all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"
All night She wants the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American All right She wants the young American
All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor "We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
All night He wants the young American Young American, young American, he wants the young American All right He wants the young American
Do you remember, your President Nixon? Do you remember, the bills you have to pay Or even yesterday?
Have you have been an un-American? Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and Not a myth left from the ghetto Well, well, well, would you carry a razor In case, just in case of depression? Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners Ain't that close to love? Well, ain't that poster love? Well, it ain't that Barbie doll Her heart's been broken just like you have
All night You want the young American Young American, young American, you want the young American All right You want the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache (I heard the news today, oh boy) I got a suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man you can say no more? And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw? And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging? Ain't there a pen that will write before they die? Ain't you proud that you've still got faces? Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?
All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American Young American
I want what you want You want I want I want you You want I I want you
All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American
All night I want the young American Young American, young American, I want the young American All right I want the young American | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:41 am | |
| David Bowie - Win
(Hey, it ain't over)
Me, I hope that I'm crazy I feel you driving and you're only the wheel Slow down, let someone love you Ohh, I've never touched you since I started to feel If there's nothing to hide me Then you've never seen me hanging naked and wired Somebody lied, but I say it's hip To be alive
Now your smile is spreading thin Seems you're trying not to lose Since I'm not supposed to grin All you've got to do is win
(that's all ya gotta do) (ooh, it ain't over)
Me, I'm fresh on your pages Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud Life lies dumb on its heroes Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud Someone like you should not be allowed To start any fires
Now your smile is spreading thin Seems you're trying not to lose Since I'm not supposed to grin All you've got to do is win
(ohh, that's all ya gotta do) (ohh, it ain't over)
Now your smile is spreading thin Seems you're trying not to lose Since I'm not supposed to grin All you've got to do is win
(thats all ya gotta do, ohh) All you've got to do is win (it ain't over) When your smile is spreading thin (seek and believe in you) Since you're trying not to lose (it ain't over, no, no) Since I'm not supposed to grin (that's all ya gotta do) All you've got to do is win (it ain't over, no) (seek and believe in you) All you've got to do is win (it ain't over, no, no) Wo-ohh, all you've got Is all you've got (it ain't over) It ain't over... | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:42 am | |
| David Bowie - Fascination
Got to use her
Every time I feel fascination I just can't stand still, I've got to use her Every time I think of what you pulled me through, dear Fascination moves sweeping near me Still I take ya
(Fascination) fascination (sure 'nuff) fascination (takes a part of me) takes a part of me (Can a heart-beat) can a heart-beat (live in a fever) live in a fever? (raging inside of me?) (Fascination) fascination (oh, yeah) oh yeah (takes a part of me) takes a part of me (I can't help it) I can't help it (I've got to use her) got to use her (every time, ooh) Fascination comes around (Ooh-oo-ooh)
(Fascination) Your soul is calling Like when I'm walking Seems that everywhere I turn I hope you're waiting for me I know that people think That I'm a little crazy Ohh, better sex is fun I think I like fascination Still, tick
(Fascination) fascination (sure 'nuff) ohh (takes a part of me) come on, come on, come on, come on, come on (Can a heart-beat) can a heart-beat (live in a fever) live in a fever? (raging inside of me?) raging inside of me (Fascination) fascination (oh, yeah) oh yeah (takes a part of me) come on, come on, come on, come on (I can't help it) I can't help it (I've got to use her) got to (every time, ooh) Fascination comes around (ahhhh) (Ooh-oo-ooh)
(Fascination) sure 'nuff (sure 'nuff) takes a part of me (takes a part of me) can a heart-beat (Can a heart-beat) live in a fever? (live in a fever) raging (raging inside of me?) mmmm Fascination (Fascination) fascination (oh, yeah) fascination (takes a part of me) fascina fa ah yeah (I can't help it) Fascination (I've got to use her) I got to use her (every time, ooh) everytime Fascination comes around (ahh) Comeing around (Ooh-oo-ooh) Come on fascination Fascination (Fascination) sure 'nuff Fascination (yeah yeah) Give me a heartbeat (Fascination) (yeah yeah) Ritual inside (Fascination) Fascination (Yeah yeah) ho yeah (Fascination) Fascination (Yeah yeah) ha yeah (Fascination) Oh yeah (Yeah yeah) Oh yeah (Fascination) Takes a part of me (Yeah yeah) I can not help it (Fascination) I can't help it (Yeah yeah) You got to use it (Fascination) Any time (Yeah yeah) Fascination comes around (Yeah yeah) Fascination comes Fascination To get a part of me Can your heartbeat live in the fearful vengence inside of me Fascination, takes a part of me One time One time One time Fascination comes around Fascination | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:42 am | |
| David Bowie - Right
Taking it all the right way Keeping it in the back Taking it all the right way Never no turning back Never need, no Never no turning back
Flying just a sweet place Coming inside and safe Flying just a sweet place Never been known to fail Never been, no Never been known to fail
Wishing you, wishing that sometimes (sometimes) Doing it, doing it right, 'til (doing it) one time (one time) Gets you when you're down (nobody, nobody, do it again, get off) Ahhh, sometimes, doing Wishing sometimes (give it back) Up there, up there (giving it) Oh, my darling (No) Ah, my darling, (giving it) ah (up there) why? Gimme, gimme, up there, (yeah) gimme, doing Taking with me (sometimes) Loving it, doing it (right) 'til (take it) one time Gimme (doing it) Giving it (giving it back)
Taking it all the right way Keeping it in the back Taking it all the right way Never no turning back Never need, no Never no turning back
Taking it all the right way Keeping it in the back Taking it all the right way Never no turning back Never need, no Never no turning back
Taking it all the right way Keeping it in the back Taking it all the right way Never no turning back Never need, no Never no turning back
Flying just a sweet place Coming inside and safe Flying just a sweet place Never been known to fail Never been, no Never been known to fail
Taking it all the right way Keeping it in the back Taking it all the right way Never no turning back Never need, no Never no turning back
(repeat ad-lib) Never no turning back Never, never, never | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:43 am | |
| David Bowie - Somebody Up There Likes Me
Let the lies go Let...
He's everybody's token, on everybody's wall Blessing all the papers, thanking one and all Hugging all the babies, kissing all the ladies Knowing all that you think about from writing on the wall
He's so divine, his soul shines Breaks the night, sleep tight His ever loving face smiles on the whole human race He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart He says "Don't hurry, baby Somebody up there (somebody) likes me"
He's the savage son of the TV tube Planets wrote the day was due All the wisest men around Predicted that a man was found Who looked a lot like you and me, yeah Everyone with sense could see Nothing left his eye unmoved, he Had the plan, he had to use
He's so divine, his soul shines Breaks the night, sleep tight His ever loving face smiles on the whole human race He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart He says "Don't hurry, baby Somebody up there (somebody)”
Somebody plays my song in tune Makes me, makes me, makes me stronger for you, babe Was a way when we were young, that Any man was judged by what he'd done But now you pick them on the screen (what they look like) Where they've been
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart He says "Don't hurry, baby Somebody up there (somebody)” Leaders come, they hate all The people know That given time, the leaders go Tell me, can they hold you under their spell Can they walk and hold you as well as a Smile like Valentino? Could he sell you anything?
Keep your eyes on your soul, keep your hand on your heart He says "Don't hurry, baby Somebody up there (somebody) likes me"
(somebody, somebody, somebody) (somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody) Somebody (somebody) somebody (somebody) somebody (somebody, somebody) Somebody (somebody) somebody (somebody) somebody (somebody, somebody) Yeah, can't remember (somebody) peace so well Oh, space to ramble, (somebody, somebody) space to boogie
Soul shine (Ooh-ooh) So divine Somebody (ooh-ooh, somebody)
Soul shine (Ooh-ooh) So divine Somebody (ooh-ooh)
Somebody, somebody, somebody
Somebody, somebody, somebody Yeah, get me man, place your man Get me man, space your man Get me man, space your man Soul shine So divine Somebody Soul shine So divine Somebody | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:44 am | |
| David Bowie - Across the Universe
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither wildly as they slip away Across the universe Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind Possessing and caressing me
Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes They call me on and on Across the universe Thoughts meander like the restless wind inside a letter box They tumble blindly as they make their way Across the universe
Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears Inciting and inviting me Limitless undying love, which shines around me like a million suns It calls me on and on and on Across the universe
Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing's gonna Nothing's gonna to change my world
Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing's gonna Nothing's gonna to change my world
Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it
Hey
Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it
Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it
Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change it Nothing's gonna change it
Nothing's gonna change my world | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:44 am | |
| David Bowie - Can you Hear Me
Once we were lovers, can they understand? Closer than others I was your, I was your man Don't talk of heartaches, ohh, I remember them all When I'm checking you out one day, to see if I'm Faking it all
Can you hear me? Can you feel me inside? Show your love, love Take it in right (take it in right) Take it in right (take it in right)
There's been many others (Oo-oo-oo-oohh) so many times Sixty new cities, an' what do I, what do I What do I find? I want love so badly, I want you most of all You know, it's harder to take it from anyone It's harder to fall Can you hear me call ya?
Can you hear me? Can you feel me inside? Show your love, love Take it in right (take it in right) Take it in right (take it in right)
Well, can you hear me? (yeah) Can you feel me inside (I do) Show your love, show your sweet, sweet love Show me your love Take it in right (take it in right) Take it in right, yeah (take it in right) Take it in right to your love life, baby
Take it in right To your love life Take it in right, take it in right, right to your love life Take it in right, ah Take it in, take it in right
Right down, right down (Why don't you take it?) Mmmm, why don't you take it? (Right to your heart) Can you hear me? (Why don't you take it?) Can you feel me? (Why don't you take it?) Can you? Take it in right (Why don't you take it?) Wuhh, right down, right down (Right to your heart) Can you take it? Feel me? (Why don't you take it?) Down, to right down (Why don't you take it?) To your heart (Why don't you take it?) To your heart (Right to your heart) Take it down, take it down
(Why don't you take it? Why don't you take it?) Take it in right (Right to your heart Ohh-ohh) | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:44 am | |
| David Bowie - Fame
Fame (Fame), makes a man take things over Fame (Fame), lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame (Fame), puts you there where things are hollow Fame
Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane (Sane) Fame (Fame)
Fame (Fame), what you like is in the limo Fame (Fame), what you get is no tomorrow Fame (Fame), what you need you have to borrow Fame (Fame)
Fame, "Nien! It's mine!" is just his line To bind your time, it drives you to, crime Fame (Fame)
Could it be the best, could it be? Really be, really, babe? Could it be, my babe, could it, babe? Really, really?
Is it any wonder I reject you first? Fame, fame, fame, fame Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool Fame (Fame)
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me Got to get a rain check on pain Fame (Fame)
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame Fame, fame, fame
Fame What's your name?
(whispered) Feeling so gay, feeling gay? Brings so much pain? | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:47 am | |
| David Bowie - John, I'm Only Dancing (Again)
(Dancing) I'm having so much love (Dancing) Too bad my back had gone (Dancing) Boogie down with daddy now I'd give my house in the country If you slept, it's so funky (Music) I'm dancing in the street (Oooh, music) I've torn my shoes from my feet (Romancing) It's got me dirty and sweet It's got you reeling and rocking Won't you let me slam my thing in
(Falling) I think it's all I can do (Falling) Just got me feeling it too (Ooh, falling) Give a little, take a little, give a little back Jumping John, the great goose has gone Got a lion on my hand, a Charlie on my back
(John) I'm only dancing (She turns me on) I'm only dancing (She turns me on) Ooh, but she moves me (Don't get me wrong) I-I-I-I-I (I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh) (I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh)
(Dancing) Have you heard the news? (Dancing) President has got the blues (Dancing) I tell you confidently If he gives it to you, he'd better take it from me
(Sad sad) I'll pick up your bones (Sad sad) Leave the numbers alone (Sad sad) Get off your telephone Looking people in the eye, tell them "my, oh, my" Let your backbone slide while you whistle and cry
(John) (She turns me on) (She turns me on) love, love, love, we get (Don't get me wrong) hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh (John) I-I-I-I'm only dancing (She turns me on) I-I-I'm only dancing (She turns me on) I've lost my feet (Don't get me wrong) I'm off on my way (I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh) Please dance with me (I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh) Please dance with me (I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh)
(Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo) (Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo) (Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo)
(Dancing) I'm only (Dancing) I'm only (Dancing) I'm only (Woo, woo, woo) (Dancing) I'm only (Dancing) I'm only (Dancing) I'm only (Woo, woo, woo) Can't sing nor hear I've lost my fear Cha-Charlie, a dance on (Woo, woo, woo) (Woo, woo, woo) He-he-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, 'cause (Woo, woo, woo) You got white light You got black light I've got white light Lay a dance on (woo, woo, woo) I'm only I'm only I'm only (Woo, woo, woo) I've got I've got (Woo, woo, woo) (Woo, woo, woo) (Dancing) Hey (Dancing) Hey (Dancing) Hey (Woo, woo, woo) Take a dance on me (Dancing) Lay a dance on me (Dancing) Lay a dance on me (Dancing) Hey (Woo, woo, woo) (Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo) Gotta give it up (Dancing) Gotta give it up (Dancing) Gotta give it up (Dancing) (Woo, woo, woo) He-hey (Dancing) He-hey (Dancing) (Dancing) (Woo, woo, woo) Liking it fine Making it mine Liking it fine Making it mine Liking it fine Making it (I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm) (I'm only dancing, dancing, I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm) (I'm only dancing, dancing, I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm) (I'm only dancing, dancing, I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm) (I'm only dancing, hey I'm dancing, hey! I'm dancing, mmm-hmm) Yes I am (I'm only dancing, hey I'm dancing, hey, dancing, mmm-hmm) Ooh (I'm only dancing, ooh, I'm only dancing, I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm) | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:47 am | |
| David Bowie - Who Can I Be Now
Everybody's raised in blindness Everybody knows it's true Everybody feels that everything is real Anybody's point of view
Nobody can break their bondage Everyone can feel their chains But even in my life I knew you found your sight And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me Who can I be now? You found me Who can I be? Fell apart, you found me Now can I be now? You found me Now can I be real? Can I be real? (Somebody real)
Hmmm, if it's all a vast creation Putting on a face that's new Someone has to see, a role for him and me Someone might as well be you
Up in heaven, any angel Writes a special game to play Oh-oh, could we, could we make a star to snatch their angels, boy Played your role for every day
Please help me Who can I be now? You found me Who can I be? Fell apart, you found me Now can I be now? You found me Now can I be real? Can I be?
Who can I be now? You found me Who can I be? Fell upon, you found me Now can I be now? You found me Now can I, can I be real? Can I be real? Can I be real? Can I be? (Who) can I be? Yeah, yeah (Now) Yeah, can I be (now)? You found me (Now) can I be free? Can I... | |
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| Subject: Re: David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975 Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:48 am | |
| David Bowie - It's Gonna Be Me (With Strings)
Hey Jack I better shake it off. Put her out of my head Thinking I balled just another young girl last night Oh brother! I left a woman in that morning bed Been on that trip so many times Good god! was it really yesterday?
I've tried so many, many, many, many, many, many ways I've lied and taken off into the day Leaving another girl to weep over the breakfast tray Loved her before I knew her name, hit me Jack, 'cause I'm Gonna love her way
(Come back, my babe) Come back, my babe Be holy again, I gave her (I gave her) Ooh, maybe, maybe (Ooh maybe) Gotta give her, ooh baby, baby (Ooh baby) That kind of love Can only destroy, I gave her (I gave her) Ooh maybe, maybe (Ooh maybe) Get it down if I'm gonna be her baby, 'cause (Ooh baby) Gonna be me (It's gonna be me)
There was no rein to check me When all of those little things walked on by Oh! But I couldn't really stammer out a word When that angel stuck in my mind Oooooh, looking for love won't hold me back (No!) I'm gonna love her way
(Come back, my babe) Come back, my babe Be holy again, I gave her (I gave her) Ooh, maybe, maybe (Ooh maybe) Gotta give her, ooh baby, baby (Ooh baby) That kind of love Can only destroy, I gave her (I gave her) Ooh maybe, maybe (Ooh maybe) Get it down if I'm gonna be her baby, 'cause (Ooh baby) Gonna be me (It's gonna be me)
Just playing that latest record Waiting for the telephone to ring Wiped out and bitter with a bag clutched in her hand All the cars sound like they're pulling in the drive Hmmm, no, no, no
I see her now A little tear running down her cheek Lost, let down People looking for me I want to race down her street And knock hard, hard, hard on the door until Until she breaks down into my arms like a Treasured toy and I feel her pain I'll be so strong, again and again
Come back my baby I'll hold you again, I'll take you (I'll take you) Ooh, baby, baby, baby (Ooh baby) We're gonna have, ooh baby, baby (Ooh baby) My kind of love Can only bring you joy, I'm gonna (I'm gonna) Yeah, baby (Ooh baby) Yeah, I'll give you baby, baby (Ooh baby) 'Cause it's gonna be me (It's gonna be me) Hmmmm | |
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