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David Bowie

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Release date: 
June 01, 1967
Total Tracks: 
14
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Label: 
Deram UK
Deram US
Design: 
Gerald Fearnley - Photography
Producer: 
Mike Vernon

    David Bowie

    • Design Gerald Fearnley - Photography
    Released June 1967
    Label Deram UK, Deram US
    Producers Mike Vernon

    A 12-track version of the album was released on Deram in the US in August 1967, omitting the tracks We Are Hungry Men and Maid Of Bond Street.

  • 1
    Uncle Arthur

    Strikes the bell for 5 o’clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
    Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up
    Climbs across his bike and he’s away
    Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street
    Back to mother, it’s another empty day

    Uncle Arthur likes his mommy
    Uncle Arthur still reads comics
    Uncle Arthur follows Batman

    Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from Mum
    On his 32nd birthday, told her that he’d found a chum
    Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed
    Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion
    Sally was the real thing, not just lust

    Uncle Arthur vanished quickly
    Uncle Arthur and his new bride
    Uncle Arthur follows Sally

    Round and round goes Arthur’s head, hasn’t eaten well for days
    Little Sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze
    Uncle Arthur packed his bags and fled
    ack to mother, all’s forgiven, serving in the family shop
    He gets his pocket money, he’s well fed

    Uncle Arthur past the gasworks
    Uncle Arthur past the river
    Uncle Arthur down the high street
    Uncle Arthur follows mother

  • 2
    Sell Me A Coat

    La la la la la la, la la la la la la la

    A winter’s day, a bitter snowflake on my face
    My summer girl takes little backward steps away
    Jack Frost took her hand and left me, Jack Frost ain’t so cool

    CHORUS
    Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
    Sell me a coat that’s red or gold
    Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
    Sell me a coat ‘cause I feel cold

    And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away
    Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday
    See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand

    CHORUS

    See my eyes, my window pane
    See my tears like gentle rain
    That's the memory of a summer day

    CHORUS (twice)

    La la la la la la (repeat)

  • 3
    Rubber Band

    Rubber Band
    There’s a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
    In the library garden Sunday afternoon
    While a little chappie waves a golden wand

    Rubber Band
    In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong
    My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long
    And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes

    Dear Rubber Band, you’re playing my tune out of tune, oh

    Rubber Band
    Won’t you play a haunting theme again to me
    While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea
    The sun is warm but it’s a lonely afternoon

    Oh, play that theme

    Rubber Band
    How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band
    We could play in lively parks throughout the land
    And one Sunday afternoon, I’d find my love
    Rubber Band,
    In the ‘14- '18 war I went to sea
    Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me
    And now she’s married to the leader of your band, oh

    (spoken)
    Oh sob... I hope you break your baton

  • 4
    Love You Till Tuesday

    Just look through your window, look who sits outside
    Little me is waiting, standing through the night
    When you walk out through your door I’ll wave my flag and shout

    Ohh, beautiful baby
    My burning desire started on Sunday
    Give me your heart and I’ll love you till Tuesday

    Da da da dum (x4)

    Who’s that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch
    Don’t be afraid it’s only me, hoping for a little romance
    If you lie beneath my shade, I’ll keep you nice and cool
    Ohh, beautiful baby
    I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday
    My passion’s never-ending and I’ll love you till Tuesday

    Da da da dum (x7)

    Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea
    Don’t be afraid of the man in the moon, because it’s only me
    I shall always watch you until my love runs dry

    Ohh, beautiful baby
    My heart’s aflame, I’ll love you till Tuesday
    My head’s in a whirl and I’ll love you till Tuesday
    Love, love, love, love, love you till Tuesday
    Love, love, love, love, love you till Tuesday

    Da da da dum (x11)

    Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday

  • 5
    There Is A Happy Land

    There is a happy land where only children live
    They don’t have the time to learn the ways
    Of you sir, Mr. Grownup

    There’s a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves
    It’s a secret place and adults aren’t allowed there, Mr. Grownup
    Go away, sir

    Charlie Brown's got half a crown, he’s gonna buy a kite
    Jimmy’s ill with chicken pox, and Tommy’s learned to ride his bike
    Tiny Tim sings prayers and hymns, he’s so small we don’t notice him
    He gets in the way but we always let him play with us
    Mother calls, but we don’t hear
    There’s lots more things to do
    It’s only 5 o’clock, and we’re not tired yet
    But we will be, very shortly

    Sissy Steven plays with girls, someone made him cry
    Tony climbed a tree and fell, trying hard to touch the sky
    Tommy lit a fire one day, nearly burned the field away
    Tommy’s mum found out, but he put the blame on me and Ray

    There is a happy land where only children live
    You’ve had your chance and now the doors are closed sir, Mr. Grownup
    Go away, sir

    Boo, de boo, de boo, de boo dup <repeat>

  • 6
    We Are Hungry Men

    (spoken)
    Here is the news
    According to the latest world population survey
    The figures have reached danger point, my god
    London 15 million 75 thousand
    New York 80 million
    Paris 15 million and 30
    China 1000 million
    Billington-Spa: lots

    My studies included suffragy
    I formed my own society
    to crush the power of fecundity
    The world will overpopulate
    Unless you claim infertility
    So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah

    We are not your friends
    We don’t give a damn for what you’re saying
    We’re here to live our lives

    I propose to give the pill
    Free of charge to those that feel
    That they are not infertible
    The crops of few, the cattle gun
    There’s only one way to linger on
    So who will buy a drink for me, your messiah

    We are not your friends
    We don’t give a damn for what you’re saying
    We’re here to live our lives

    (spoken)
    Achtung, achtung, these are your orders
    Anyone found guilty of consuming more than their allotted amount of air
    Will be slaughtered and cremated
    Only one cubic foot of air is..

    I have prepared a document, legalising mass abortion
    We will turn a blind eye to infanticide

    We are not your friends
    We don’t give a damn for what you’re saying
    We’re here to live our lives

    You don’t seem to hear me clear
    Do I talk above your sphere?
    Let me explain my project dear
    Show you how I’ll save the world
    Or let it die within the year
    Why do you look that way at me, your messiah

    We are not your friends
    We don’t give a damn for what you’re saying
    We’re here to live our lives

    We are hungry men
    We don’t give a damn for what you’re saying
    We’re here to eat you
    We Are Hungry Men

  • 7
    When I Live My Dream

    When I live my dream, I’ll take you with me
    Riding on a golden horse
    We’ll live within my castle, with people there to serve you
    Happy at the sound of your voice

    Baby, I’ll slay a dragon for you
    Or banish wicked giants from the land
    But you will find that nothing in my dream can hurt you
    We will only love each other as forever
    When I live my dream

    When I live my dream, I’ll forgive the things you’ve told me
    And the empty man you left behind
    It’s a broken heart that dreams, it’s a broken heart you left me
    Only love can live in my dream

    I’ll wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish
    Wish, and the storm will fade away
    Wish again, and you will stand before me
    While the sky will paint an overture
    And trees will play the rhythm of my dream

    When I live my dream, please be there to meet me
    Let me be the one to understand
    When I live my dream, I’ll forget the hurt you gave me
    Then we can live in our new land

    Till the day my dream cascades around me
    I’m content to let you pass me by
    Till that day, you’ll run to many other men
    But let them know it’s just for now
    Tell them that I’ve got a dream
    And tell them you’re the starring role
    Tell them I’m a dreaming kind of guy
    And I’m gonna make my dream
    Tell them I will live my dream
    Tell them they can laugh at me
    But don’t forget your date with me
    When I live my dream

  • 8
    Little Bombardier

    War made him a soldier
    Little Frankie Mear
    Peace left him a loser
    The little bombardier

    Lines of worry appeared with age
    Unskilled hands that knew no trade
    Spent his time in the picture house
    The little bombardier

    Frankie drank his moneyWar made him a soldier
    Little Frankie Mear
    Peace left him a loser
    The little bombardier

    Lines of worry appeared with age
    Unskilled hands that knew no trade
    Spent his time in the picture house
    The little bombardier

    Frankie drank his money
    The little that he made
    Told his woes to no man
    Friendless, lonely days

    Then one day, in the ABC
    Four bright eyes gazed longingly
    At the ice-cream in the hand of
    The little bombardier

    Sunshine entered our Frankie’s days
    Gone his worries, his hopeless maze
    His life was fun and his heart was full of joy

    Two young children had changed his aims
    He gave them toffees and played their games
    He brought them presents with every coin he made

    Then two gentlemen called on him
    Asked him for his name
    Why was he friends with the children
    Were they just a game?

    Leave them alone or we’ll get sore
    We’ve had blokes like you in the station before
    The hand of authority said "no more" to
    The little bombardier

    Packed his bags, his heart in pain
    Wiped a tear and caught a train
    Not to be seen in the town again
    Little Bombardier
    The hand of authority said "no more" to
    The little bombardier

    Packed his bags, his heart in pain
    Wiped a tear and caught a train
    Not to be seen in the town again
    The little bombardier

  • 9
    Silly Boy Blue

    Mountains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
    People are walking the Botella lanes
    Preacher takes the school
    One boy breaks a rule
    Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue

    Yak butter statues that melt in the sun
    Cannot dissolve all the work you’ve not done
    A chela likes to feel
    That his overself pays the bill
    Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue

    You wish and wish, and wish again
    You’ve tried so hard to fly
    You’ll never leave your body now
    You’ve got to wait to die

    La la la la la la la la la la (x2)
    La la la la la (x2)
    Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue

    Child of Tibet, you’re a gift from the sun
    Reincarnation of one better man
    The homeward road is long
    You’ve left your prayers and song
    Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue
    Silly Boy Blue, silly Boy Blue.

  • 10
    Come And Buy My Toys

    Smiling girls and rosy boys
    Come and buy my little toys
    Monkeys made of gingerbread
    And sugar horses painted red

    Rich men’s children running past
    Their fathers dressed in hose
    Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes
    Gazing eyes and running wild
    Past the stocks and over stiles
    Kiss the window merry child
    But come and buy my toys

    You’ve watched your father plough the fields with a ram’s horn
    Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn
    Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill
    The miller told your father that he’d work it with the greatest will
    Now your watching’s over you must play with girls and boys
    Leave the parsley on the stalls
    Come and buy my toys

    You shall own a cambric shirt
    You shall work your father’s land
    But now you shall play in the market square
    Till you’ll be a man

    Smiling girls and rosy boys
    Come and buy my little toys
    Monkeys made of gingerbread
    And sugar horses painted red

  • 11
    Join The Gang

    Let me introduce you to the gang
    Johnny plays the sitar, he’s an existentialist
    Once he had a name, now he plays our game
    You won’t feel so good now that you’ve joined the gang

    Molly is the model in the ads
    Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
    Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong
    Cause she can’t switch off now that she’s joined the gangLet me introduce you to the gang
    Johnny plays the sitar, he’s an existentialist
    Once he had a name, now he plays our game
    You won’t feel so good now that you’ve joined the gang

    Molly is the model in the ads
    Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
    Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong
    Cause she can’t switch off now that she’s joined the gang

    Arthur is a singer with a band
    Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage
    Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid
    They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang

    You won’t be alone, we’ve all got beery grins
    It’s a big illusion but at least you’re in
    At least you’re in

    This club’s called The Webb, it’s this month’s pick
    Next month we shall find a place where prices aren’t so stiff
    15 bob a coke, ‘fraid that’s past a joke
    This is how to spend now that you’ve joined the gang

    This is what to do now that you’re here
    Sit round doing nothing all together very fast
    Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars
    They’re picking up the joints now that they’ve joined the gang

    Arthur is a singer with a band
    Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage
    Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid
    They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang

    You won’t be alone, we’ve all got beery grins
    It’s a big illusion but at least you’re in
    At least you’re in

    This club’s called The Webb, it’s this month’s pick
    Next month we shall find a place where prices aren’t so stiff
    15 bob a coke, ‘fraid that’s past a joke
    This is how to spend now that you’ve joined the gang

    This is what to do now that you’re here
    Sit round doing nothing all together very fast
    Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars
    They’re picking up the joints now that they’ve joined the gang

  • 12
    She's Got Medals

    She’d walk through the door and she’d set up the drinks on the house
    She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back
    And never took her out
    She wore a trenchcoat khaki
    Her hobnail boots were full of holes
    She’s got medals

    Her mother called her Mary, but she changed her name to Tommy
    She’s a one, oh
    She went and joined the army, passed the medical
    Don’t ask me how it’s done
    They sent her to the front line
    Fighting for her country’s name
    She’s got medals

    She got very tired of picking up girls
    Cleaning her gun and shaving her curls
    Then the enemy dropped a bomb
    Survivors there were none

    People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed
    You can see her ghost but that’s a lie
    Because the naughty woman isn’t dead
    She deserted on the previous morning
    Replaced her uniform with dresses silk and green
    Called herself Eileen
    Came to London town
    Now she’s settled down
    She’s got medals

  • 13
    Maid Of Bond Street

    This girl is made of lipstick
    Powder and paint
    Sees the pictures of herself
    Every magazine on every shelf

    This girl is maid of Bond Street
    Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
    Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs

    This girl is a lonely girl
    Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
    Buys the Daily News
    But passengers don’t smile at her
    Oh no, don’t smile at her

    This girl is made of loneliness
    A broken heart
    For the boy that she once knew
    Doesn’t want to know her any more

    And this girl is a lonely girl
    Every thing she wants is hers
    But she can’t make it with the boy she really wants to be with
    All the time, to love, all the time

    This boy is made of envy
    Jealousy
    He doesn’t have a limousine
    Really wants to be a star himself

    This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
    Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor

    And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars
    Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars
    Maids of Bond Street shouldn’t have worldly cares
    Maids of Bond Street shouldn’t have love affairs

  • 14
    Please Mr Gravedigger

    There’s a little churchyard just along the way
    It used to be Lambeth’s finest array
    Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
    Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
    And in this little yard, there’s a little old man
    With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
    He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
    He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home

    Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
    As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
    Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn’t care
    If you found a golden locket full of some girl’s hair
    And you put it in your pocket

    Her mother doesn’t know about your sentimental joy
    She thinks it’s down below with the rest of her toys
    And Ma wouldn’t understand, so I won’t tell
    So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket

    Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
    Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
    Mary-Ann was only l0, full of life and oh so gay
    And I was the wicked man who took her life away
    Very selfish, oh God

    No, Mr. GD, you won’t tell
    And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
    I’ve started digging holes my friend
    And this one here’s for you

    "Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn’t know of it
    Hello misses, thought she’d be a little girl
    Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain