 David Bowie
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Artist rating: 89.96 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 91.28 % (1979)
Most recent trend: 84.88 % (2016)
Highest trend: 91.45 % (1977)
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DataBorn: 1947-01-08
Died: 2016-01-10
Age: 69
External linksOfficial site
| GenresArt Rock, Pop/Rock, Glam Rock, Alternative Rock, Art Pop, Electronic, Experimental Rock, New Wave, Berlin School, Blue Eyed Soul, Industrial Rock, Jazz Rock, Pop, Psychedelic Pop, Adult Oriented Rock, Ambient, Baroque Pop, Dance Pop, Drum and Bass, Folk Rock, Funk Rock, Hard Rock, Jazz Pop, Krautrock, New Jack Swing, Psychedelic Rock, Sophisti-Pop, TV Soundtrack | 
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Associated artistsIggy Pop (2), Tin Machine (2), Queen (1), Lou Reed (1), The Rolling Stones (1) |
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The Buddha of Suburbia
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59.43 %
(2012-07-10) |
Date released: 1993-11-08 Type: studio In collection: on wishlist [low] Average track length: 05:33 Average track rating:  |
Ranking
David Bowie:
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25
Year (1993):
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53
Decade (1990's):
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480
Overall:
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Tracks
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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 |
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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.
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Credits
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Artist
 David Bowie (46)vocals, keyboards, synths, guitar, alto and baritone saxophones, keyboard percussion Session works
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Lyrics
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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 |
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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 |
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South Horizon 05:25 |
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instrumental |
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The Mysteries 07:12 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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Ian Fish, UK Heir 06:29 |
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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 |
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