David Bowie
producent, zpěvák, skladatel
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- 8. ledna 1947
- Úmrtí:
- 10. ledna 2016, důvod: rakovina
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David Bowie byl britský zpěvák, herec, hudební skladatel a producent. Byl považován za průkopníka nových hudebních trendů. Od roku 1992 byla jeho manželkou modelka Iman. David Bowie zemřel ve věku 69 let na rakovinu jater, se kterou bojoval 18...
Píseň: The Bewlay Brothers
- Interpret:
- David Bowie
- Album:
- Hunky Dory
And so the story goes they wore the clothes They said the things to make it seem improbable The whale of a lie like they hope it was And the goodmen tomorrow Had their feet in the wallow And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust And the world was asleep to our latent fuss Sighing, the swirl through the streets Like the crust of the sun The Bewlay brothers In our wings that bark Flashing teeth of brass Standing tall in the dark Oh, and we were gone Hanging out with your dwarf men We were so turned on By your lack of conclusions I was stone and he was wax So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable And we frightened the small children away And our talk was old and dust would flow Thru our veins and lo! It was midnight Back at the kitchen door Like the grim face on the cathedral floor And the solid book we wrote Cannot be found today And it was stalking time for the moonboys The Bewlay brothers With our backs on the arch In the devil may be here But he can't sing about that Oh, and we were gone Real cool traders We were so turned on You thought we were fakers Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned The factor Max that proved the fact Is melted down And woven on the edging of my pillow Now my brother lays upon the rocks He could be dead, he could be not He could be you He's chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature Shooting up pie in the sky The Bewlay Brothers In the feeble and the bad Bewlay brothers In the blessed and cold In the crutch-hungry dark Was where we flayed our mark Oh, and we were gone Kings of oblivion We were so turned on In the mind-warp pavilion Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy Leave my shoes, and door unlocked I might just slip away, hey Just for the day, hey ! Hey, please come away, hey ! Just for the day, hey ! Please come away, hey ! Please come away, hey ! Just for the day Please come Away, please come Away Please come Away, please come Away Away (away) Away, hey
Hunky Dory (1971)
3. Eight Line Poem
11. The Bewlay Brothers