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.
David Bowie - Outside Album Lyrics
David Bowie - Outside Lyrics
- Leon Takes Us Outside
- Outside
- The Hearts Filthy Lesson
- A Small Plot Of Land
- Segue - Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette)
- Hallo Spaceboy
- The Motel
- I Have Not Been To Oxford Town
- No Control
- Segue - Algeria Touchshriek
- The Voyeur of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)
- Segue – Ramona A. Stone
- / I Am with Name
- Wishful Beginnings
- We Prick You
- I'm Deranged
- Thru These Architects Eyes
- Segue – Nathan Adler
- Strangers When We Meet
Writer: CAMPBELL, ENO, GABRELS, GARSON, KIZILCAY, DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , TINTORETTO MUSIC , UPALA MUSIC, INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , TINTORETTO MUSIC , UPALA MUSIC, INC.
Outside
Now. Not tomorrow.
Yesterday
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
Writer: KELLY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group
The Hearts Filthy Lesson
(Heart's filthy lesson)
There's always the Diamond friendly
Sitting in the Laugh Motel
The Heart's filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell
There's always the Diamond friendly
Sitting in the Laugh Motel
The Heart's 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 Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
(Heart's filthy lesson)
It's the Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Heart's filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
Falls upon dead ears
(Heart's filthy lesson)
Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future [x2]
And these cerulean skies
Something in our skies [x2]
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Paddy, Paddy?
Paddy oh Paddy,
I think I've lost my way
(Heart's filthy lesson, Heart's filthy lesson)
I'm already five years older I'm already in my grave
(Heart's filthy lesson, Heart's filthy lesson)
I'm already (x3)
(Heart's filthy lesson, Heart's filthy lesson)
Will you carry me?
Oh Paddy, I think I've lost my way
Paddy, what a fantastic death abyss (2)
(Heart's filthy lesson)
It's the Heart's filthy lesson
Tell the others
(Heart's filthy lesson)
It's the Heart's filthy lesson
Paddy,
What a fantastic death abyss
Tell the others
(Heart's filthy lesson)
It's the Heart's filthy lesson
Paddy,
what a fantasic death abyss
(Heart's filthy lesson)
It's the Heart's filthy lesson
Tell the others
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE, ERDAL KIZILCAY, MIKE GARSON, REEVES GABRELS, STERLING CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
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
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
[VERSE]
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE, ERDAL KIZILCAY, MIKE GARSON, REEVES GABRELS, STERLING CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC , UPALA MUSIC, INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC , UPALA MUSIC, INC.
Segue - Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette)
Test, testing, testing
This, hmm, Grace is my name and, and I was, hm
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 hatch
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
I've been watching a television of, um, in the homelands
That's the new homelands and, um, and that's all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And I think something is going to be horrid
This, hmm, Grace is my name and, and I was, hm
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 hatch
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
I've been watching a television of, um, in the homelands
That's the new homelands and, um, and that's all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And I think something is going to be horrid
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE, ERDAL KIZILCAY, MIKE GARSON, REEVES GABRELS, STERLING CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hallo Spaceboy
(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
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
[CHORUS]
So bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
Bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
This chaos is killing me
And the chaos is calling me
Yeah bye bye love
[CHORUS]
This chaos is killing me [x2]
Yeah bye bye love
Bye bye love
Good time love
Be sweet sweet dove
Bye bye spaceboy
Bye bye love
Moondust will cover you [repeat ad. inf]
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
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 recognises
The death of the odourless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow
It's not Eden but it's no sham
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 recognises
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
Writer: DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
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
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
[CHORUS]
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
[CHORUS]
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
[CHORUS]
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been
[CHORUS (ad lib.)]
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, BRIAN ENO
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
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
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
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Segue - Algeria Touchshriek
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek, mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores
And empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man, I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Lookin' through windows for demons
Watchin' the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses 'round 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 name, oh, I dream of something like that
Of Touchshriek, mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores
And empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man, I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Lookin' through windows for demons
Watchin' the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses 'round 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 name, oh, I dream of something like that
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE, ERDAL KIZILCAY, MIKE GARSON, REEVES GABRELS, STERLING CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Voyeur of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)
Turn and turn again
Turn and turn again
I shake
And stare at the sun
'Til 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
And 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
And I shake
Worm, the pain and blade
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
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it today
Call it today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Turn and turn again
I shake
And stare at the sun
'Til 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
And 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
And I shake
Worm, the pain and blade
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
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it a day
Call it today
Call it today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Writer: Brian Peter George Eno, David Bowie, Reeves C Gabrels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Segue – Ramona A. Stone
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 in a 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 together 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 millenium 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
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 in a 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 together 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 millenium 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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
/ 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 midi-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 together, 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
And she should say, "Twitch and stream
It'll end in chrome
The night of the female good time drone"
I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
And 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
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
(Give it to me one more time)
Anxiety descending
Anxiety descending
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste in a tunnel
But I've been having a midi-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 together, 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
And she should say, "Twitch and stream
It'll end in chrome
The night of the female good time drone"
I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
And 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
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
(Give it to me one more time)
Anxiety descending
Anxiety descending
Writer: Brian Peter George Eno, David Bowie, Erdal Kizilcay, Michael Garson, Reeves C Gabrels, Sterling Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wishful Beginnings
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
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
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
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
(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
[CHORUS 1 (twice)]
Tell the truth [x3]
We prick you we prick you we prick you
(You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect)
Mama can I kiss you daddy can I ***you
(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 and die
[CHORUS 1 (twice)]
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)
[CHORUS 1 (twice)]
Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
(even if you disagree, even if you disagree)
Toys, toys, little black toys
Wish you well, wish you well
Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
Wish you well, wish you well
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., TINTORETTO MUSIC
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 down, down, down
I'm deranged down, down, down
So cruise me babe, cruise me baby, oh
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
And the rain sets in
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 down, down, down
I'm deranged down, down, down
So cruise me babe, cruise me baby, oh
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
And the rain sets in
Writer: BRIAN PETER GEORGE ENO, DAVID BOWIE, Brian Eno
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thru These Architects Eyes
Stomping along
on this big Phillip 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
on this big Phillip 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
[CHORUS]
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
[CHORUS]
It's difficult you see
It's difficult you see
Writer: DAVID BOWIE, REEVES GABRELS
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Segue – Nathan Adler
Old Touchschriek was
The main nameserver
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 mind 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
The main nameserver
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 mind 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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Strangers When We Meet
All my friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun
No peachy prayers
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go on
[CHORUS]
All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
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
[CHORUS]
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
And we're strangers when we meet
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun
No peachy prayers
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go on
[CHORUS]
All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
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
[CHORUS]
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
And we're strangers when we meet
Writer: DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Outside (subtitled The Nathan Adler Diaries: A Hyper-cycle) is the 20th studio album by the English musician David Bowie, released on 25 September 1995 through Virgin Records in the United States and Arista Records, BMG and RCA Records in other territories. Reuniting Bowie with musician Brian Eno following the late 1970s Berlin Trilogy, the two were inspired by concepts "outside" the mainstream, such as various outsider and performance artists.
Recorded throughout 1994, the experimental sessions saw Bowie conceive a world where "art crimes", such as murder, pervade society. The resulting Leon project initially faced resistance from labels due to its uncommercial nature. The project's bootlegging led to additional sessions in 1995 to revise the concept and record more commercial material, inspired by a diary Bowie wrote for Q magazine.
Influenced by the television series Twin Peaks, the nonlinear narrative of Outside concerns the residents of the fictional Oxford Town, New Jersey, and follows detective Nathan Adler as he investigates the murder of a 14-year-old girl. The tracks show perspectives of specific characters, while spoken word between-song segues convey more character ideals; the story and Adler's diary entries were presented in the album's CD booklet. Musically, Outside displays styles from art rock, industrial rock and jazz, to electronica and ambient. The album cover is a self-portrait painted by Bowie himself.
Released at the height of Britpop in the UK, Outside received mixed reviews from critics. While most praised the music, others found the concept pretentious and hard to follow. Nevertheless, many considered it Bowie's finest record since 1980's Scary Monsters. Outside peaked at number 8 in the UK and number 21 in the US. The lead single, "The Hearts Filthy Lesson", performed poorly but the following singles, "Strangers When We Meet" and a remix of "Hallo Spaceboy" featuring Pet Shop Boys, performed well in the UK.
Bowie supported the album through the Outside Tour, but was criticised for not playing older hits. Multiple planned sequels to Outside never came to fruition, leaving the album's story on a cliffhanger. Instead, Bowie used musical ideas from the album and tour for his next record, Earthling (1997). Retrospectively, Outside has received more positive assessments, with most continuing to praise the music but criticising the story and length. The album was reissued in 2003 and remastered in 2021 as part of the box set Brilliant Adventure (1992-2001).
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David BowieRecorded throughout 1994, the experimental sessions saw Bowie conceive a world where "art crimes", such as murder, pervade society. The resulting Leon project initially faced resistance from labels due to its uncommercial nature. The project's bootlegging led to additional sessions in 1995 to revise the concept and record more commercial material, inspired by a diary Bowie wrote for Q magazine.
Influenced by the television series Twin Peaks, the nonlinear narrative of Outside concerns the residents of the fictional Oxford Town, New Jersey, and follows detective Nathan Adler as he investigates the murder of a 14-year-old girl. The tracks show perspectives of specific characters, while spoken word between-song segues convey more character ideals; the story and Adler's diary entries were presented in the album's CD booklet. Musically, Outside displays styles from art rock, industrial rock and jazz, to electronica and ambient. The album cover is a self-portrait painted by Bowie himself.
Released at the height of Britpop in the UK, Outside received mixed reviews from critics. While most praised the music, others found the concept pretentious and hard to follow. Nevertheless, many considered it Bowie's finest record since 1980's Scary Monsters. Outside peaked at number 8 in the UK and number 21 in the US. The lead single, "The Hearts Filthy Lesson", performed poorly but the following singles, "Strangers When We Meet" and a remix of "Hallo Spaceboy" featuring Pet Shop Boys, performed well in the UK.
Bowie supported the album through the Outside Tour, but was criticised for not playing older hits. Multiple planned sequels to Outside never came to fruition, leaving the album's story on a cliffhanger. Instead, Bowie used musical ideas from the album and tour for his next record, Earthling (1997). Retrospectively, Outside has received more positive assessments, with most continuing to praise the music but criticising the story and length. The album was reissued in 2003 and remastered in 2021 as part of the box set Brilliant Adventure (1992-2001).
Genre(s): Art rock, experimental rock, industrial rock, avant-garde jazz, electronica, ambient
Length: 74:36
Released: September 25th, 1995
Year: 1995