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Ricochet – David Bowie

Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe
Ricochet – Ricochet
The world is on a corner waiting for jobs
Ricochet – Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures
so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten
March of flowers – March of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep

Dreaming of tramlines, factories, pieces of machinery
Mine shafts, things like that
March of flowers – March of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet – It’s not the end of the world
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet – Ricochet
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Teaching life in a violent new way
Ricochet – Ricochet
Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall
And who can bear to be forgotten
And who can bear to be forgotten
March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Early, before the sun,
they struggle off to the gates
In their secret fearful places
they see their lives
Unravelling before them
March of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the devil
breaking parole
Ricochet
it’s not the end of the world

But when they get home,
damp eyed and weary
They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable promises
For who can bear to be forgotten

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The Supermen – David Bowie

When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives

Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life

Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod cries

Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers

Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
A man would tear his brother’s flesh, a chance to die
To turn to mold.

Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod cries

Far out in the red-sky
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod dies

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Seven – David Bowie

I forgot what my father said
I forgot what he said
I forgot what my mother said
as we layed upon your bed

A city full of flowers
a city full of rain
I got seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die

I forgot what my brother said
I forgot what he said
I don’t regret anything at all
I remember how he wept

On a bridge of violent people
I was small enough to cry
I got seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die

Hold my face before you
still my trembling heart
Seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die

The Gods forgot they’ve made me
so I forgot them to
I listen to the shadows
I play among their graves

My heart is never broken
my patience never tried
I got seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die
Seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die

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Warszawa – David Bowie

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