David Bowie - Chilly Down | Текст Иностранной Песни
When the sun goes down And the bats are back to bed The brothers come 'round I get out of my dirty bed I shake my pretty little head Tap my pretty little
David Bowie - 'Tis A Pity She Was A Whore | Текст Иностранной Песни
Man, she punched me like a dude Hold your mad hands, I cried 'Tis a pity she was a whore 'Tis my curse, I suppose That was patrol That was patrol This is
David Bowie - Dancing In The Street | Текст Иностранной Песни
OK, talk to you South America, Australia, France, Germany, UK, Africa Calling out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat Summer's here and the time is
David Bowie - Sorrow | Текст Иностранной Песни
With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue The only thing I ever got from you was sorrow Sorrow You acted funny trying to spend my money You're out there playing
David Bowie - Five Years | Текст Иностранной Песни
Pushing through the market square, So many mothers sighing News had just come over, We had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, Earth was really
David Bowie - Station To Station | Текст Иностранной Песни
The return of the thin white duke throwing darts in lover's eyes Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff From where dreams are woven Bending sound, dredging the
David Bowie - Sue (or In A Season Of Crime) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sue, I got the job We'll buy the house You'll need to rest But now we'll make it Sue, the clinic called The x-ray's fine I brought you
David Bowie - The Jean Genie | Текст Иностранной Песни
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers And ate all your razors while pullin' the waiters Talking bout Monroe and walkin' on
David Bowie - Hang On To Yourself | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh collector
David Bowie - I'm Deranged | Текст Иностранной Песни
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,