EnglandDavid Bowie

Artist rating: 89.96 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 91.28 % (1979)
Most recent trend: 84.88 % (2016)
Highest trend: 91.45 % (1977)

Works
Tracks (A-Ö)
Writing credits
Statistics

Data

Born: 1947-01-08
Died: 2016-01-10

Age: 69
 

External links

Official site

Genres

Associated artists

Iggy Pop (2), Tin Machine (2), Queen (1), Lou Reed (1), The Rolling Stones (1)

1987
26.14 %
1993
23.30 %
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1995
55.77 %
1997
79.62 %

The Buddha of Suburbia

David Bowie - The Buddha of Suburbia
59.43 %
(2012-07-10)
Date released: 1993-11-08
Type: studio

In collection: on wishlist [low]
Best track:  
Average track length: 05:33
Average track rating:

Ranking

David Bowie:
18
/
25
Year (1993):
34
/
53
Decade (1990's):
299
/
480
Overall:
/
2711

Tracks

1
lyrics
04:29
2
lyrics
06:24
3
instr
05:25
4
instr
07:12
5
lyrics
05:23
6
lyrics
04:59
7
lyrics
05:48
8
lyrics
05:03
9
instr
06:29
10
lyrics
04:21
 
Total time:
 
55:33

Info

The Buddha of Suburbia was classified as a soundtrack at its release and recieved no marketing money by the record company. It is by far the most overlooked of David Bowie's albums, to the extent that most people hasn't even heard of it. Since only the title track appear in the TV series this is actually a normal studio album, which is why I treat it as such here.

Credits

Artist

2David Bowie (46)
vocals, keyboards, synths, guitar, alto and baritone saxophones, keyboard percussion

Session works

4Mike Garson (48)
piano (3, 5)
31Erdal Kızılçay
keyboards, trumpet, bass, guitar, drums, percussion
4Lenny Kravitz (29)
guitar (10)

Producers

Engineers

Lyrics

Buddha of Suburbia
04:29
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
Screaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishman going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I'll never get old

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishman going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

Day after
Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after
Sex and the Church
06:24
Though the idea of confession, it is said to be
The union of and his bride, the Christian
It's all very puzzling
Sex and the church, sex and the church
Sex and the church and the church and the church
All the great mystic religions put strong emphasis
On the redeeming spiritual qualities of sex, of sex
Christianity has been pretty modern about sex
Of sex, of sex, of sex, of sex
Sex and the church, sex and the churc
Sex and the church, sex, sex
I think there is a union between the flesh and the spirit
Sex and the church, sex and the church
All religions' mother
Give me the freedom of spirit and the joys
Of the flesh and sex, sex, sex and the church
Give me the freedom of spirit and the joys
Of the flesh and sex, sex, sex and the church
Sex and the church, sex and the church
Sex and the church and the church and the church
Sex, sex, sex and the church, sex and the church
Sex and the church, sex, sex, sex
South Horizon
05:25
instrumental
The Mysteries
07:12
Also available on:
instrumental
Bleed Like a Craze, Dad
05:23
Shine shine shine

Bleeds like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Easy come, come, gotta back
In the valley of the dead man walks
How they drank from the jazz

Astral, Kestrel,
Fed into the featherfall
Fed him on a pencil carving
You will never get

Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Seek for a leather journey
Never stopped to think about
Hollywood King Kong
Domino on the side

Street light, looking right
Looking to the parlous parlors
Party on the dead
Put a net through his headache

Shine shine shine

Blee-eed, bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Living on a movie
All the Shirley/Charley films on film
Come together, party
Footnote on the footstone

Shine shine shine
Bleeds like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Shine shine shine
Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze

Bleed like a craze, Dad
These are the craze
Strangers When We Meet
04:59
All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun

No peachy frairs
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go on

All my violence raining tears upon the sheets
I'm bewildered, for we're strangers when we meet

Blank screen tv
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you

Blended sunrise
And it's a dying world
Humming Rheingold
We scavenge up our clothes

All my violence, raging tears upon the sheets
I'm resentful, for we're strangers when we meet

Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new

Your embrace
It was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu

Steely resolve is falling from me
My poor soul, poor bruised passivity
All your regrets ran rough-shod over me
I'm so glad that we're strangers when we meet

I'm so thankful, cause we're strangers when we meet
I'm in clover, for we're strangers when we meet
Heel head over, cause we're strangers when we meet

Strangers when we meet
Dead Against It
05:48
And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"Good God, oh my", I cry
And die, and lie beside
She is the apple in my eye
She talked to God I couldn't cope or'd hope eloped
A dope she roped this salty lie
And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it
And deep my wound
Within for every second chance it was thy tore
From deep within despite the rain
My words are worn
She loves to talk into the phone
No matter who, no matter when
No matter where
No better than the faulty line
And when she's dreaming, I believe
And when she's reading, I retreat
Can't believe her telling me she's dead again
Telling me she's dead against it
Untitled No. 1
05:03
In mornings she's so regal like the valley sides
In the chilly sea that killed her real slow
Now we're swimming luck by the river; doll by our sides
Fill the cup with its sleepy soul

Sleepy Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Sleepy Kapoor
Please steal these tears
Sleepy Kapoor

She will feel like at tea; make me laugh all alone
Where sex feels like sex only brought upon
Ooh lady, ooh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone
Jesus up here near me ah; all up, up above oh

Sleepy Kapoor
It's clear that some things never
Sleepy Kapoor
Please steal these tears
Sleepy Kapoor

Sleepy Kapoor
Sleepy Kapoor
Sleepy Kapoor
Sleepy Kapoor

Please steal these tears

Sleepy Kapoor
It's clear that some things never take
Sleepy Kapoor
It's clear that some things never
Sleepy Kapoor
Please steal these tears
Sleepy Kapoor
Something hasn't
Never never
Ian Fish, UK Heir
06:29
Also available on:
instrumental
Buddha of Suburbia
04:21
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
Screaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishman going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't grumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never bored, so I'll never get old

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishman going insane
Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

Day after
Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after