Hunky Dory

Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue Some words of truthful vengeance They could pin us to the floor Brought a few more people on And put the fear in a whole lot

Fill your heart with love today Don't play the game of time Things that happened in the past Only happened in your Mind Only in your Mind-Forget your Mind And you'll be free-yea' The writing's n the wall Free-yea'. And you can know it all If you choo

david bowie - the bewlay brothers lrc by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang and so the story goes they wore the clothes they said the things to make it seem improbable whale of a lie like they hope it was and the good men tomorrow had their feet in the wall

Will you stay in our lovers' story If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cause we believe in you Soon you'll grow so take a chance With a couple of Kooks Hung up on romancing Will you stay in our lovers' story If you stay you won't be sorry 'Cause we belie

david bowie -changes i still don′t know what i was waiting for and my time was running wild a million dead-end streets every time i thought i′d got it made it seemed the taste was not so sweet so i turned myself to face me but i′ve never caught a gli

I'm up on the eleventh floor And I'm watching the cruisers below He's down on the street And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo Oh, my heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low 'Cause she's hoping to score So I can't see her letting hi

Oh!You pretty thing by David Bowie Wake up you sleepy head Put on some clothes, shake up your bed Put another log on the fire for me I've made some breakfast and coffee I look out my window what do I see A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to

Lyrics:David Bowie Music:David Bowie Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain Two New Pence to have a go I'd like to be a gallery Put you all inside my sho

David Bowie - Life On Mars It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with