She’ll come, she’ll go. She’ll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky odour
The lady from another grinning soul
Cologne she’ll wear. Silver and Americard
She’ll drive a beetle car
And beat you down at cool Canasta
And when the clothes are strewn don’t be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end
She’ll come, she’ll go. She’ll lay belief on you
But she won’t stake her life on you
How can life become her point of view
And when the clothes are strewn don’t be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
Has any musical artist in history written such a vastly incredible array of songs in such a wide range of styles and genres? No. And such a feat will NEVER be duplicated again. I cannot imagine this world without Mr. Bowie.
I love his voice. Some singers, especially these days, have too ordinary of a voice. Musicians like David Bowie, David Gahan, Morrissey among others are an exception. It is a gift in the world of music.
The more you listen the more you realise that he might as well have been from outer space he was out there on his own, no one even comes close. Nearly ten days later and I'm still fkd up.
This guy....this fricken guy...he totally abandoned typical melodies and virtually created his own, it's absolutely ridiculous how creative he was and I feel so lucky to have been exposed to this at a young age, Hunky Dory was my favorite album as a 6th grader...my friends thought I was weird but their parents were fascinated by my musical taste. but I was the one fascinated by him...Aladdin Sane. Ziggy, The Duke, or simply, David Bowie....RIP you absolute genius.
This one's my favorite but I love all his music. When I met my husband, Bowie was his idol. He had all his albums. I think I fell in love with my husband and Bowie at the same time. It's so hard to hold my tears while listening to this song now:( No doubt he will be terrible missed by all the ones who recognizes how brilliant artist he was and what incredible music he left behind .RIP David
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
William Shakespeare
She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky odor
The lady from another grinning soul
Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard
She'll drive a beetle car
And beat you down at cool Canasta
And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end
She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you
But she won't stake her life on you
How can life become her point of view
And when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caress
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living end
She will be your living