Here I stand, foot in hand,

Taking to my wall,

I’m not quite right at all,

Am I?

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Zane, Zane, Zane,

Ouvre le chien

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Tags: All the Madmen, david bowie, Organic growth, Ouvre le chien, zane

I live above a grocer’s store,
Owned by an Austrian

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Tags: Austrian, bonus track, Conversation Piece, david bowie, essays lying scattered on the floor, Full of folk who don't know me, self-pity

And Peter tried to climb aboard,
But the captain shook his head,
And away they* soared

*Tall Venusians

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Tags: bliss among the crowd, I kissed a lot of people that day, Machine, Memory of a Free Festival, tall venusians

As a woman hot with worry,
Slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak,
Into the paper bag at her side

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Tags: david bowie, God Knows I'm Good, Space Oddity, Stewing Steak, Tired old lady, Whirling wooden floor

And we’d speak of the Swedish room

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Tags: david bowie, Occasional Dream, Space Oddity, Sweden, Swedish room

So take your glasses off,
And don’t act so sincere

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Tags: Colocate your mind, janine, Space Oddity, take a match to me, Thin white Duke

I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes

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The silent guns of love will blast the sky

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Infiltrated business cesspools,
Hating through our sleeves,
Yeah, and we slit the Catholic throat,
Stoned the poor,
On slogans such as,
Wish you could hear,
Love is all we need,
Kick out the Jams,
Kick out your mother,
Cut up your friend,
Screw up your brother,
Or he’ll get you in the end

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As a love machine lumbers through Desolation Row,
Ploughing down, man, woman, listening to it’s command,

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Tags: Cygnet Committee, david bowie, Infiltrated business cesspools, Kick out the Jams, Machine, Madness they call Love, slit the Catholic throat

The hand that wrote this letter,
Sweeps the pillow clean,
So rest your head,
And dream a treasured dream

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Tags: david bowie, Letter to Hermione, Space Oddity, treasured dream

I’m a phallus in pigtails,
And there’s blood on my nose,
And my tissue is rotting,
While the rats chew my bones,
And my eyesockets empty,
Seeing nothing but pain,
I keep having this brainstorm,
About twelve times a day

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‘Cause I’m unwashed, and somewhat, slightly dazed

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Tags: Eyes in my backside, Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed