@ALBUM: Aladdin Sane @ARTIST: David Bowie (c) 1973 (Lyrics entered by Jherry Cornelius 2/16/1992 from the Rykodisc 1990 release) @SONG: Watch That Man Shakey threw a party that lasted all night Everybody drank a lot of something nice There was an old fashioned band of married men Looking up to me for encouragement - it was so-so The ladies looked bad but the music was sad No one took their eyes of Lorraine She shimmered and the strolled like a Chicago moll Her Leather looked better and better - it was so-so Yea! it was time to unfreeze When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees Slam! so it wasn't a game Cracking all the mirrors in shame Watch That Man! Oh Honey Watch That Man He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon Watch That Man! Oh Honey Watch That Man He walks like a jerk But he's only taking care of the room Must be in tune A benny Goodman fan painted holes in his hands So Shakey hung him up to dry The pundots were jokin' the manholes were smokin' And every bottle battled with the reason why The girl on the phone wouldn't leave me alone A throw back from someone's LP A lemon in the bad played the Tiger Rag And the bodies on the screen stopped bleeding Yeah! Watch That Man He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon Watch That Man! Oh Honey Watch That Man He walks like a jerk But he's only taking care of the room Must be in tune @SONG: Aladdin Sane (1913-1938-1977) Watching him dash away, stringing an old bouquet-dead roses Sake and strange diving Um-m-m-m you'll make it Passionate bright young things takes him away to war -- don't fake it Saddening glissando strings Um-m-m-m you'll make it Who'll Love Aladdin Sane Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise Who'll Love Aladdin Sane Motor sensational, Paris or may be hell -- I'm waiting Clutches of sad remains Waits for Aladdin Sane -- you'll make it Who'll love Aladdin Sane Millions weep a fountain, just in case of sunrise Who'll love Aladdin Sane @SONG: Drive In Saturday Let me put my arms about your head Gee, it's hot let's go to bed Don't forget to turn out the light Don't laugh babe, it'll be allright Pour me out another phone I'll ring and see if your friends are home Perhaps the strange ones in the dome Can lend us a book we can read up alone And try to get it on like once before when people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored Like the video films we saw His name was always Buddy And he'd shrug and ask to stay And she'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid And turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him But she knows she really loves him It's a crash course for the ravers It's a Drive-in Saturday Jung the foreman played at work That neither hands nor limbs would burst It's hard enough to keep formations with this fall out saturation Cursing at the Astronette That stands in steel by his cabinet He's crashing out with Sylvian The Bureau Supply for ageing men With snorting head he gazes to the shore Which once had raised a sea that raged no more Like the video films we saw His name was always Buddy And he'd shrug and ask to stay And she'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid and turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him But she knows she really loves him It's a crash course for the ravers It's a Drive-in Saturday @SONG: Panic In Detroit He looked a lot like Che Guevera, Drove a diesel van Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, Such a humble man The only survivor of the National People's Gang Panic in Detroit, I asked for an Autograph He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom The police had warned of repercussions They followed none too soon A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive Panic in Detroit, I asked for an Autograph He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit Putting on some clothes I made my way to school And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights Having scored a million dollars, made a run back home Found him slumped across the table. A gun and me alone I ran to the window. Looked for a plane to two Panic in Detroit. He'd left me an Autograph "Let me collect dust." I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit @SONG: Cracked Actor I've come on a few years from my Hollywood Highs The best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff on my legend, the films that I made Forget that I'm fifty cause you just got paid Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead You caught yourself a trick down on Sunset and Vine But since he pinned you baby you're a porcupine You sold me illusions for a sack full of cheques You've made a bad connection 'cause I just want your sex Crack, baby, crack, show me you're real Smack, baby, smack, is all that you feel Suck, baby, suck, give me your head Before you start professing that you're knocking me dead @SONG: Time Time - He's waiting in the wings He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me, boy Time - He flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy Time - In Quaaludes and red wine Demanding Billy Dolls And other friends of mine Take your time The sniper in the brain regurgitating drain Incestuous and vain, and many other last names I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive" We should be on by now You - are not a victim You - just scream with boredom You - are not evicting time Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old You'll freeze and catch a cold 'Cause you've left your coat behind Take your time Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful I had so many dream, I had so many breakthroughs But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless The door to dreams was closed. Your park was real dreamless Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling thought this darkness But all I have to give is guilt for dreaming We should be on by now Songs: The Prettiest Star Cold fire, you've got everything but cold fire You will be my rest and peace child I moved up to take a place near you So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tired It's a trick to make you see wide It can all but break your heart in pieces Staying back in your memory Are the movies in the past How you moved in the past To sing a song of when I loved The Prettiest Star One day though it might as well be someday You and I will rise up all the way All because of what you are The Prettiest Star @SONG: The Jean Genie A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and slash back plazas Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking bout Monroe and walking on Snow White New York's a go-go and everything tastes right Poor little Greenie The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! Sits like a man but smiles like a reptile She loves him, she loves him but just for a short while She'll scratch in the sand, won't let go his hand He says he's a beautician and sells you nutrition And keeps all your dead hair for making up underwear Poor little Greenie The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! He's so simple minded he can't drive his module He bites on the neon and sleeps in the capsule Loves to be loved, loves to be loved The Jean Genie lives on his back The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and and bawls Jean Genie let yourself go! @SONG: Lady Grinning Soul She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you Skin sweet with musky oil The lady from another grinning soul Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard She'll drive a beetle car And beat you 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