In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah
In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all
Your eyes
On the day of execution, on the day of execution
Only women kneel and smile, ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all
Your eyes, your eyes
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen
Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, at the centre of it all
Your eyes, your eyes
Ah-ah-ah
Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried:
(I'm a blackstar, I'm a blackstar)
How many times does an angel fall?
How many people lie instead of talking tall?
He trod on sacred ground, he cried aloud into the crowd
(I'm a blackstar, I'm a blackstar, I'm not a gangstar)
I can't answer why (I'm a blackstar)
Just go with me (I'm not a filmstar)
I'm a take you home (I'm a blackstar)
Take your passport and shoes (I'm not a popstar)
And your sedatives, boo (I'm a blackstar)
You're the flash in the pan (I'm not a marvelstar)
I'm the great I am (I'm a blackstar)
I'm a blackstar, way up, on money, I've got game
I see right, so wide, so open-hearted pain
I want eagles in my daydreams, diamonds in my eyes
(I'm a blackstar, I'm a blackstar)
Something happened on the day he died
Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside
Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried:
(I'm a blackstar, I'm a starstar, I'm a blackstar)
I can't answer why (I'm not a gangster)
But I can tell you how (I'm not a flamstar)
We were born upside-down (I'm a starstar)
Born the wrong way 'round (I'm not a white star, I'm a blackstar)
Oo-oo-oo (I'm not a gangster, I'm a blackstar, I'm a blackstar)
Oo-oo-oo (I'm not a pornstar, I'm not a wandering star)
Oo-oo-oo (I'm a blackstar, I'm a blackstar)
In the villa of Ormen, stands a solitary candle
Ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, your eyes
On the day of execution, only women kneel and smile
Ah-ah, ah-ah
At the centre of it all, your eyes
(Your eyes, Ah-ah-ah)
David Bowie - Blackstar Album Lyrics
David Bowie - Blackstar Lyrics
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
tis A Pity She Was A Whore
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis my curse, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
This is the war
Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
Smote the mistress, drifting on
'Tis a pity she was a whore
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis my fate, I suppose
For that was patrol
That was patrol
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis my curse, I suppose
That was patrol
That was patrol
This is the war
Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock
Smote the mistress, drifting on
'Tis a pity she was a whore
She stole my purse, with rattling speed
That was patrol
This is the war
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Man, she punched me like a dude
Hold your mad hands, I cried
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis my fate, I suppose
For that was patrol
That was patrol
'Tis a pity she was a whore
'Tis a pity she was a whore
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lazarus
Look up here, I'm in heaven
I've got scars that can't be seen
I've got drama, can't be stolen
Everybody knows me now
Look up here, man, I'm in danger
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm so high it makes my brain whirl
Dropped my cell phone down below
Ain't that just like me
By the time I got to New York
I was living like a king
Then I used up all my money
I was looking for your ass
This way or no way
You know, I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Now ain't that just like me
Oh I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Oh I'll be free
Ain't that just like me
I've got scars that can't be seen
I've got drama, can't be stolen
Everybody knows me now
Look up here, man, I'm in danger
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm so high it makes my brain whirl
Dropped my cell phone down below
Ain't that just like me
By the time I got to New York
I was living like a king
Then I used up all my money
I was looking for your ass
This way or no way
You know, I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Now ain't that just like me
Oh I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Oh I'll be free
Ain't that just like me
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)
Sue, I got the job
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it
Sue, the clinic called
The X-ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home
Sue, you said you wanted writ
"Sue the virgin" on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words?
For I know that you have a son
Oh, folly, Sue
Ride the train, I'm far from home
In a season of crime, none need atone
I kissed your face
Sue, I pushed you down beneath the weeds
Endless faith in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue, good-bye
Sue, I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue, I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it
Sue, the clinic called
The X-ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home
Sue, you said you wanted writ
"Sue the virgin" on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words?
For I know that you have a son
Oh, folly, Sue
Ride the train, I'm far from home
In a season of crime, none need atone
I kissed your face
Sue, I pushed you down beneath the weeds
Endless faith in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue, good-bye
Sue, I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue, I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown
Writer: David Bowie, Paul Bateman, Bob Bhamra, Maria Schneider
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Girl Loves Me
Cheena so sound, so titi up this malcheck, say
Party up moodge, nanti vellocet round on Tuesday
Real bad dizzy snatch making all the omeys mad - Thursday
Popo blind to the polly in the hole by Friday
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
I'm cold to this pig and pug show
I'm sittin' in the chestnut tree
Who the f*ck's gonna mess with me?
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
I'm cold to this pig and pug show
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
You viddy at the cheena
Choodesny with the red rot
Libbilubbing litso-fitso
Devotchka watch her garbles
Spatchko at the rozz-shop
Split a ded from his deng deng
Viddy viddy at the cheena
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Party up moodge, nanti vellocet round on Tuesday
Real bad dizzy snatch making all the omeys mad - Thursday
Popo blind to the polly in the hole by Friday
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
I'm cold to this pig and pug show
I'm sittin' in the chestnut tree
Who the f*ck's gonna mess with me?
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
I'm cold to this pig and pug show
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
You viddy at the cheena
Choodesny with the red rot
Libbilubbing litso-fitso
Devotchka watch her garbles
Spatchko at the rozz-shop
Split a ded from his deng deng
Viddy viddy at the cheena
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Girl loves me
Hey cheena
Girl loves me
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Where the f*ck did Monday go?
Writer: DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Dollar Days
Cash girls suffer me
I've got no enemies
I'm walking down
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
If I'll never see the English evergreens
I'm running to
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
I'm dying to
Push their backs against the grain
And fool them all again and again
I'm trying to
We bitches tear our magazines
Those oligarchs with foaming mouths phone now and then
Don't believe for just one second I'm forgetting you
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
Dollar days, survival sex
Honor stretching tails to necks
I'm falling down
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
If I'll never see the English evergreens
I'm running to
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
I'm dying to
Push their backs against the grain
And fool them all again and again
I'm trying to
It's all gone wrong but on and on
The bitter nerve ends never end
I'm falling down
Don't believe for just one second I'm forgetting you
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I've got no enemies
I'm walking down
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
If I'll never see the English evergreens
I'm running to
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
I'm dying to
Push their backs against the grain
And fool them all again and again
I'm trying to
We bitches tear our magazines
Those oligarchs with foaming mouths phone now and then
Don't believe for just one second I'm forgetting you
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
Dollar days, survival sex
Honor stretching tails to necks
I'm falling down
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
If I'll never see the English evergreens
I'm running to
It's nothing to me
It's nothing to see
I'm dying to
Push their backs against the grain
And fool them all again and again
I'm trying to
It's all gone wrong but on and on
The bitter nerve ends never end
I'm falling down
Don't believe for just one second I'm forgetting you
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
I'm trying to
I'm dying to
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
I Cant Give Everything Away
I know something's very wrong
The pulse returns for prodigal sons
With blackout hearts, with flowered news
With skull designs upon my shoes
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
Seeing more and feeling less
Saying no but meaning yes
This is all I ever meant
That's the message that I sent
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
I know something's very wrong
The pulse returns for prodigal sons
With blackout hearts, with flowered news
With skull designs upon my shoes
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
The pulse returns for prodigal sons
With blackout hearts, with flowered news
With skull designs upon my shoes
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
Seeing more and feeling less
Saying no but meaning yes
This is all I ever meant
That's the message that I sent
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
I know something's very wrong
The pulse returns for prodigal sons
With blackout hearts, with flowered news
With skull designs upon my shoes
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
I can't give everything
Away
I can't give everything
Away
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Blackstar (stylised as ★) is the 26th and final studio album by David Bowie. Released on Bowie's 69th birthday, the album was recorded in secret in New York City with his longtime co-producer Tony Visconti and a group of local jazz musicians: Donny McCaslin, Jason Lindner, Tim Lefebvre and Mark Guiliana.
The album contains re-recorded versions of two songs, "Sue (Or in a Season of Crime)" and "'Tis a Pity She Was a Whore", both of which were originally released in 2014. More experimental than its predecessor The Next Day (2013), the music on Blackstar combines atmospheric art rock with various styles of jazz.
Bowie took inspiration from artists including Kendrick Lamar and Death Grips, listening to them during the album's production. The cover art, designed by Jonathan Barnbrook, features a large black star with five star segments at the bottom that spell out the word "BOWIE".
The album was preceded by the singles "Blackstar" and "Lazarus", both of which were supported by music videos. Two days after its release, Bowie died of liver cancer; his illness had not been revealed to the public until then. Visconti described the album as Bowie's intended swan song and a "parting gift" for his fans before his death.
Upon release, the album was met with commercial success, topping charts in a number of countries in the wake of Bowie's death, including the UK, and became his only album to top the US Billboard 200. It was the fifth-best-selling album of the year, worldwide, and has been certified Gold and Platinum in the US and the UK, respectively.
Critically acclaimed, Blackstar won three Grammy Awards at the 59th Annual Grammy Awards in 2017 and awarded the British Album of the Year at the 2017 Brit Awards. It was listed as one of the best albums of 2016 and later the 2010s decade by numerous publications.
In the years following Bowie's death, commentators have named Blackstar one of his best works, and was included in the 2018 edition of the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
Performed By:
David BowieThe album contains re-recorded versions of two songs, "Sue (Or in a Season of Crime)" and "'Tis a Pity She Was a Whore", both of which were originally released in 2014. More experimental than its predecessor The Next Day (2013), the music on Blackstar combines atmospheric art rock with various styles of jazz.
Bowie took inspiration from artists including Kendrick Lamar and Death Grips, listening to them during the album's production. The cover art, designed by Jonathan Barnbrook, features a large black star with five star segments at the bottom that spell out the word "BOWIE".
The album was preceded by the singles "Blackstar" and "Lazarus", both of which were supported by music videos. Two days after its release, Bowie died of liver cancer; his illness had not been revealed to the public until then. Visconti described the album as Bowie's intended swan song and a "parting gift" for his fans before his death.
Upon release, the album was met with commercial success, topping charts in a number of countries in the wake of Bowie's death, including the UK, and became his only album to top the US Billboard 200. It was the fifth-best-selling album of the year, worldwide, and has been certified Gold and Platinum in the US and the UK, respectively.
Critically acclaimed, Blackstar won three Grammy Awards at the 59th Annual Grammy Awards in 2017 and awarded the British Album of the Year at the 2017 Brit Awards. It was listed as one of the best albums of 2016 and later the 2010s decade by numerous publications.
In the years following Bowie's death, commentators have named Blackstar one of his best works, and was included in the 2018 edition of the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
Genre(s): Art rock, jazz rock, experimental jazz, experimental rock
Producer(s): David Bowie, Tony Visconti
Released: January 8th, 2016
Year: 2016