David Bowie - The Buddha of Suburbia - 1993

Track Listings:

Buddha of Suburbia – 4:28
Sex and the Church – 6:25
South Horizon – 5:26
The Mysteries – 7:12
Bleed Like a Craze, Dad – 5:22
Strangers When We Meet – 4:58
Dead Against It – 5:48
Untitled No. 1 – 5:01
Ian Fish, U.K. Heir – 6:27
Buddha of Suburbia – 4:19

Personnel:

David Bowie – vocals, keyboard, synths, guitar, alto sax, baritone sax, keyboard percussion
Erdal Kizilcay – keyboards, trumpet, bass, guitar, drums, percussion
3D Echo – drum, bass, guitar on "Bleed Like a Craze, Dad"
Mike Garson – piano on "Bleed Like a Craze, Dad" and "South Horizon"
Lenny Kravitz – guitar on "Buddha of Suburbia"

David Bowie - Buddha Of Surburbia

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

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, 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
Englishman 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

David Bowie - Sex And The Church

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
The redeeming spiritual qualities
Of sex...of sex
Christianity
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
Sex and the church
Sex and the church

All religions' mother

Give me the freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
And sex...sex...
Sex and the church

Give me the freedom of spirit
And the joys of the flesh
And 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

David Bowie - South Horizon

Instrumental

David Bowie - The Mysteries

Instrumental

David Bowie - Bleed Like A Craze, Dad

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

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

David Bowie - Dead Against It

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
Good God oh my I cry and die and lie beside

She is the apple in my eye
She talked to god
I couldn’t cope
Ord hope eloped
A dope she roped
This salty lie

And when she’s dreaming, I believe
And when she’s reading, I retreat
Cant 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
Cant believe her
Telling me she’s dead again
Telling me she’s dead against it

David Bowie - Untitled No.1

In mornings shes so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now were swimming luck by the river doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls

Semicargo
Its clear that some things never take
Semicargo
Please, heal these tears
Semicargo

She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Oh lady, oh baby, maybe Ill live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, i, up up up up oh ah
Semicargo

Its clear that some things never
Semicargo
Please, heal these tears
Semicargo

Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo

We steal these tears
Semicargo
Its clear that some things never take
Semicargo
Its clear that somethings never
Semicargo
Please heal these tears
Ah how
Semicargo
Ah how
Some things never
Semicargo
Ah how
Never never

David Bowie - Ian Fish, U.K. Heir

Instrumental