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
Englishmen 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
Englishmen going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way
Day after
Day after, day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, où est le chien?
Day after day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane, où est le chien?
Day after
David Bowie - The Buddha of Suburbia Album Lyrics
David Bowie - The Buddha of Suburbia Lyrics
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sex And The Church
Though the idea of confession, it is said to be
The union of 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
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
The union of 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
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
Writer: DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Bleed Like A Craze Dad
Shine shine shine (x6)
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 parlors
Party on the dead
Put a net through his headache
Shine shine shine (x3)
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
CHORUS (x6)
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
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 parlors
Party on the dead
Put a net through his headache
Shine shine shine (x3)
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
CHORUS (x6)
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Writer: DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
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
Dead Against It
And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
Good God or my I cry and die and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to god
I couldnt cope
Ord hope eloped
A dope she roped
This salty lie
And when shes dreaming, I believe
And when shes reading, I retreat
Cant believe her
Telling me shes dead again
Telling me shes 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 shes dreaming, I believe
And when shes reading, I retreat
Cant believe her
Telling me shes dead again
Telling me shes dead against it
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
Good God or my I cry and die and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to god
I couldnt cope
Ord hope eloped
A dope she roped
This salty lie
And when shes dreaming, I believe
And when shes reading, I retreat
Cant believe her
Telling me shes dead again
Telling me shes 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 shes dreaming, I believe
And when shes reading, I retreat
Cant believe her
Telling me shes dead again
Telling me shes dead against it
Writer: DAVID BOWIE
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © TINTORETTO MUSIC
Untitled No. 1
In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now we're swimming luck by the river doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor
She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Oh lady, oh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up up up up oh ah
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that somethings never
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Ah, how
Shimi Kapoor
Ah, how
Some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Ah, how
Never never
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now we're swimming luck by the river doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor
She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Oh lady, oh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up up up up oh ah
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Shimi Kapoor
It's clear that somethings never
Shimi Kapoor
Please, heal these tears
Ah, how
Shimi Kapoor
Ah, how
Some things never
Shimi Kapoor
Ah, how
Never never
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Buddha of Suburbia is the 19th studio album by the English musician David Bowie, originally released on 8 November 1993 through Arista Records in the United Kingdom and Europe. The project originated following an interview between Bowie and novelist Hanif Kureishi during a press tour for Black Tie White Noise (1993), where Bowie agreed to compose music for an upcoming adaptation of Kureishi's novel The Buddha of Suburbia (1990). After making basic tracks, Bowie decided to turn the project into a full album. Working with musician Erdal Kızılçay, recording took place at Mountain Studios in Montreux, Switzerland and was completed in six days; Mike Garson contributed piano overdubs.
The album's music primarily consists of numerous motifs created using various instruments and contain references to his late-1970s works. Commentators recognised rock, pop, ambient, jazz and experimental themes throughout. The music itself bears little resemblance to the music of the BBC serial; only the title track featured in the programme. Aside from three instrumentals, the lyrics are non-linear, which Bowie utilised as a way to reduce narrative form.
Initially marketed as a soundtrack album, The Buddha of Suburbia flopped and received little promotion from Bowie himself, despite receiving positive reviews from British critics. It was not released in the United States until October 1995 through Virgin Records with updated artwork. It fell back into obscurity until a worldwide reissue through EMI in 2007, although it still remains one of Bowie's least-known works. Nevertheless, reviewers have praised The Buddha of Suburbia as a forgotten gem in his catalogue. Bowie himself named it his favourite album in 2003. A remastered version was released in 2021 as part of the box set Brilliant Adventure (1992-2001).
Performed By:
David BowieThe album's music primarily consists of numerous motifs created using various instruments and contain references to his late-1970s works. Commentators recognised rock, pop, ambient, jazz and experimental themes throughout. The music itself bears little resemblance to the music of the BBC serial; only the title track featured in the programme. Aside from three instrumentals, the lyrics are non-linear, which Bowie utilised as a way to reduce narrative form.
Initially marketed as a soundtrack album, The Buddha of Suburbia flopped and received little promotion from Bowie himself, despite receiving positive reviews from British critics. It was not released in the United States until October 1995 through Virgin Records with updated artwork. It fell back into obscurity until a worldwide reissue through EMI in 2007, although it still remains one of Bowie's least-known works. Nevertheless, reviewers have praised The Buddha of Suburbia as a forgotten gem in his catalogue. Bowie himself named it his favourite album in 2003. A remastered version was released in 2021 as part of the box set Brilliant Adventure (1992-2001).
Genre(s): Rock, pop, ambient, jazz, experimental
Producer(s): David Bowie, David Richards
Length: 55:26
Released: November 8th, 1993
Year: 1993