Spy, spy, pretty girl -

I see you see me through your window.
Don't turn your nose up -
Well, you can if you need to,
you won't be the first or last.

It must strain you to look down
so far from your father's house,
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you?
I'm the Cream
Of the Great Utopia Dream,
And you're the gleam
In the depths
of your banker's spleen.

I'm a phallus in pigtails,
And there's blood on my nose,
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones.
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain.
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day.
So now, you could spend the morning
walking with me, quite amazed
As I'm unwashed
and somewhat slightly dazed

I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread.
There are children in washrooms,
Holding hands with a queen.
And my head's full of murders
Where only killers scream.
So now you could spend the morning
talking with me quite amazed
Look out, I'm raving mad
and somewhat slightly dazed

Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl,
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor.
And the Braque on the wall
Slides down your front,
And eats through your belly -
It's very catching.
So now, you should spend the mornings
lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange unwashed
and happily slightly dazed.

David Bowie
"Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed"
1972

Better take care

Think I better go, better get a room
Better take care of me
Again and again

I think about this and I think about personal history
Better take care
I breathe so deep when the movie gets real
When the star turns round
Again and again
He looks me in the eye says he's got his mind on a countdown 3-2-1
Forever

I'm screaming that I'm gonna be living on till the end of time
Forever
The sky splits open to a dull red skull
My head hangs low 'cause it's all over now

And there's never gonna be enough money
And there's never gonna be enough drugs
And I'm never ever gonna get old
There's never gonna be enough bullets
There's never gonna be enough sex
And I'm never ever gonna get old
So I'm never ever gonna get high
And I'm never ever gonna get low
And I'm never ever gonna get old

Better take care

The moon flows on to the edges of the world because of you
Again and again
And I'm awake in an age of light living it because of you
Better take care
I'm looking at the future solid as a rock because of you
Again and again

Wanna be here and I wanna be there
Living just like you, living just like me
Forever
Putting on my gloves and bury my bones in the marshland
Forever
Think about my soul but I don't need a thing just the ring of the bell in the pure clean air

And I'm running down the street of life
And I'm never gonna let you die
And I'm never ever gonna get old
And I'm never ever gonna get
I'm never ever gonna get
I'm never ever gonna get old
And I'm never ever gonna get
And I'm never ever gonna get
Never ever gonna get old

David Bowie
"Never Get Old"
2004

Ground Control to Major Tom,

Ground Control to Major Tom!
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.

Ground Control to Major Tom!
Commencing countdown, engines on.
Check ignition and may God's love be with you...

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

This is Ground Control to Major Tom -
You've really made the grade,
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear.
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare.

"This is Major Tom to Ground Control.
I'm stepping through the door,
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way,
And the stars look very different today.

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world.
Planet Earth is blue,
And there's nothing I can do,

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still,
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go,
Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows"

Ground Control to Major Tom -
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....

"Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."

David Bowie
"Space Oddity"
1972

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth.

You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette.
The wall-to-wall's calling, it lingers, then you forget -
You're a rock'n'roll suicide.
You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it,
And the clock waits patiently on your song.
You walk past the cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long -
You're a rock 'n' roll suicide.
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But day breaks instead so you hurry home.
Don't let the sun blast your shadow,
Don't let the milk floats ride your mind,
So natural-religiously unkind.
Oh, no, love! you're not alone,
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair,
You got your head all tangled up, but if I could only make you care.
Oh, no, love! you're not alone,
No matter what or who you've been,
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain -
I've had my share, so I'll help you with the pain.
You're not alone, just turn on with me,
You're not alone, let's turn on and be,
You're not alone, gimme your hands,
You're wonderful, gimme your hands,
You're wonderful, gimme your hands.

David Bowie
"Rock'n'Roll Suicide"
1972

Do you remember a guy that's been

In such an early song?
I've heard a rumour from ground control -
Oh no, dont say its true

They got a message from the action man:
I'm happy, hope you're happy, too...
I've loved all I've needed love -
Sordid details following.

The shrieking of nothing is killing -
Just pictures of jap girls in synthesis, and I
Ain't got no money, I ain't got no hair.
But I'm hoping to kick but the planet, it's glowing
glowing glowing glowing

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know major Tom's a junkie.
Strung out in heavens high,
Hitting an all-time low.

Time and again I tell myself:
I'll stay clean tonight,
But the little green wheels are following me -
Oh no, not again!
Im stuck with a valuable friend,
I'm happy - hope you're happy, too.
One flash of light but no smoking pistol.

I've never done good things,
I've never done bad things,
I never did anything out of the blue.
I want an axe to break the ice,
Wanna come down right now.

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky -
We know major Tom's a junkie.
Strung out in heavens high,
Hitting an all-time low...

My mother said: to get things done,
You'd better not mess with major Tom.

David Bowie
"Ashes to Ashes"
1980

The tactful cactus by your window

Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down on the West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky.

"Eight Line Poem"
David Bowie
1971

Baby, I dream between the blade and the tongue

Of the rose on your cheek, the wounded and dumb.
We stumble and fall, we stumble and fall -
Skin on skin but there's heaven in...

Heaven's in here,
Heaven's in here -
Among the twilight and stars,
Like a rocket to Mars
Heaven in here

The first and the last are telling it all -
Telling you loud but selling it small.
I'm taking a swing at this shadow of mine,
Crucifix hangs an' my heart's in my mouth,
But it's here

Heaven in one sigh,
Heaven in two eyes,
Heaven lies between your marbled thighs...
The rustle of your falling gown...

We stumble and fall, like tragedy falls -
We stumble and twirl, there's heaven in here,
We stumble and fall, uncertain we fall,
Flesh on flesh but there's heaven in...
Heaven's in here

You'll dance to my tongue, we'll dance on the sun -
We're the twilight and stars,
There's heaven in here...

David Bowie
"Heaven is in here"
From "Tin Machine"
1989