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Diamond Dogs

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Release date: 
May 24, 1974
Total Tracks: 
11
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Label: 
RCA US
RCA
Design: 
Guy Peellaert - Cover illustration with reference to Bowie photograph by Terry O'Neill
Leee Black Childers - Inner gatefold photographic montage
Producer: 
David Bowie

    Diamond Dogs

    • Design Guy Peellaert - Cover illustration with reference to Bowie photograph by Terry O'Neill
    • Design Leee Black Childers - Inner gatefold photographic montage
    Released May 1974
    Label RCA US, RCA
    Producers David Bowie
  • 1
    Future Legend

    And ... in the death - as the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare - the shutters lifted in
    inches in Temperance Building - high on Poachers Hill and red mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City -
    no more big wheels - fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats and ten thousand peoploids split
    into small tribes coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers - like packs of dogs assaulting the glass
    fronts of Love Me Avenue - ripping and re-wrapping mink and shiny silver fox - now leg warmers - family
    badge of sapphire and cracked emeralds - any day now - the year of the Diamond Dogs

    "This ain’t Rock ‘n Roll -
    this is Genocide".

  • 2
    Diamond Dogs

    This ain't rock 'n roll - This is genocide!

    As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
    You asked for the latest party
    With your silicone hump and your ten-inch stump
    Dressed like a priest you was
    Tod Browning's freak you was

    Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
    I’m sure you’re not protected for it’s plain to see
    The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
    Hunt you to the ground they will
    Mannequins with kill appeal

    Will they come - I’ll keep a friend serene
    Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
    Will they come - Well, she’s come, been and gone

    Come out of the garden baby
    You’ll catch your death in the fog
    Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs
    Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs

    Now Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
    and he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
    The elevator's broke so he slides down a rope
    Onto the street below
    Oh Tarzie go man go

    Meets his little hussy with his ghost-town approach
    Her face is sans feature but she wears a Dali brooch
    Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
    Wrecked up and paralyzed
    Diamond Dogs are sable-ized

    Will they come - I’ll keep a friend serene
    Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
    Will they come - Well, she’s come, been and gone

    Come out of the garden baby
    You’ll catch your death in the fog
    Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs
    Young girl - they call them the Diamond Dogs

    In the year of the scavenger the season of the bitch
    Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
    Just another future song, lonely little kitsch
    There’s gonna be sorrow
    Try and wake up tomorrow

    Will they come - I’ll keep a friend serene
    Will they come - Oh baby come unto me
    Will they come - Well, she’s come, been and gone

    Come out of the garden baby, etc., etc.

  • 3
    Sweet Thing

    It’s safe in the city
    To love in a doorway
    To wrangle some screams from the room
    And isn’t it me
    Putting pain in a stranger?
    Like a portrait in flesh
    Who trails on a leash
    Will you see
    That I’m scared and I’m lonely?
    So I’ll break up my room
    and yawn and I’ll run to the center
    Of things where the knowing one says

    Boys, boys it’s a sweet thing
    Boys, boys it’s a sweet thing, sweet thing

    If you want it, boys
    Get it here thing
    Boys, boys it’s a cheap thing, cheap thing
    I’m glad that you’re older than me
    Makes me feel important and free
    Does that make you smile, isn’t that me?
    I’m in your way
    And I’ll steal every moment
    If this trade is a curse
    Then I’ll bless you and run
    To the crossroads and hamburgers

    Boys, boys it’s a sweet thing
    Boys, boys it’s a sweet thing

    If you want it boys
    Get it here thing
    Oh boy it’s a cheap thing
    Cheap thing

  • 4
    Candidate

    I’ll make you a deal
    Like any other candidate
    We’ll pretend we’re walking home
    ‘Cause your future’s at stake
    My set is amazing
    It even smells like a street
    There’s a bar at the end
    Where I can meet you and your friend
    Someone scrawled on the wall
    I smell the blood
    Of les tricoteuses
    Who wrote up scandals
    In other bars

    I’m having so much fun
    With the
    Poisonous people
    Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up
    Some make you sing
    And some make you scream
    One makes you wish
    That you’d never been seen
    But there’s a shop on the corner
    That’s selling papier mache
    Making bullet proof faces
    Charles Manson Cassius Clay
    If you want it boys
    Get it here thing
    So you scream out of line
    I want you I need you
    Anyone out there any time
    A tres butch little number whines
    Hey dirty I want you
    When it’s good
    It’s really good and when it’s
    Bad I go to pieces
    If you want it boys
    Get it here thing

    Well on the street where you live
    I could not hold up my head
    For I put all I have in another bed
    On another floor in the back of a car
    In a cellar like a church with the door ajar
    Well I guess we must be looking for a different kind
    But we can’t stop trying till we break up our minds
    Till the sun drip blood on the seedy young knights
    Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright
    I guess we could cruise down one more time
    With you by my side it should be fine
    We’ll buy some drugs and watch a band
    Then jump in a river holding hands

  • 5
    Sweet Thing (Reprise)

    If you want it boys get it here thing
    Hope boys is a cheap thing cheap thing

    Is it nice in your snowstorm,
    Freezing your brain?
    Do you think that your face looks the same?
    Well let it be
    It’s all I ever wanted
    It’s a street with a deal
    It’s got taste
    It’s got claws
    It’s got me
    It’s got you.

  • 6
    Rebel Rebel

    You've got your mother in a whirl
    She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
    Hey Babe, your hair’s alright
    Hey Babe, let’s go out tonight
    You like me and I like it all
    We like dancing and we look divine
    You love bands when they're playing hard
    You want more and you want it fast
    They put you down, they say I’m wrong
    You tacky thing
    You put them on.

    Rebel Rebel you’ve torn your dress
    Rebel Rebel your face is a mess
    Rebel Rebel how could they know
    Hot tramp, I love you so

    You’ve torn your dress
    Your face is a mess
    You can’t get enough but enough ain't the test
    You’ve got your transmission and a live wire
    You’ve got your cue lines and a handful of ludes
    You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
    And I love your dress
    You’re a juvenile success
    Because your face is a mess
    So how could they know?
    I said, how could they know?

    So what you wanna know
    Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
    Where'd you wanna go?
    What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
    'Cause you've torn your dress
    And your face is a mess
    Ooo, your face is a mess
    Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
    Eh, eh how could they know?
    Eh, eh

  • 7
    Rock 'N' Roll With Me (lyrics: Bowie; music: Bowie/Peace)

    You always were the one that knew
    They sold us for the likes of you
    I always wanted new surroundings
    A room to rent
    While the lizards lay crying in the heat
    Trying to remember who to meet
    I would take a foxy kind of stand
    While tens of thousands found me in demand

    When you rock 'n roll with me
    No one else I'd rather be
    Nobody here can do it for me
    I'm in tears again
    When you rock 'n roll with me

    Gentle hearts are counted down
    The queue is out of sight and out of sounds
    Me, I'm out of breath but not quite doubting
    I've found a door which lets me out

    When you rock 'n roll with me
    No one else I'd rather be
    Nobody down here can do it for me
    I'm in tears again
    When you rock 'n roll with me

  • 8
    We Are The Dead

    Something kind of hit me today
    I looked at you and wondered
    If you saw things my way
    People will hold us to blame
    It hit me today, it hit me today

    We're taking it hard all the time
    Why don't we pass it by
    Just reply you've changed your mind
    We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
    Taking it hard taking it hard yet now

    We feel that we are paper choking on you nightly
    They tell me, Son, we want you be elusive
    But don't walk far
    For we're breaking in the new boys
    Deceive your next of kin
    For you're dancing
    Where the dogs decay defecating ecstasy
    You're just an ally of the leecher
    Locator for the virgin king
    But I love you in your fuck-me pumps
    And your nimble dress that trails

    Oh dress yourself my urchin one
    For I hear them on the rails
    Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
    We are the dead

    One thing kind of touched me today
    I looked at you and counted
    All the times we had laid
    Pressing our love through the night
    Knowing it's right knowing it's right
    Now I'm hoping someone will care
    Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
    Trusting on the sons of our love
    That someone will care, someone will care
    But now we're today's scrambled creatures
    Locked in tomorrow's double feature
    Heaven is on the pillow
    Its silence competes with hell
    It's a twenty-four hour service
    Guaranteed to make you tell

    And the streets are full of pressman
    Bend on gettin' hung and buried
    And the legendary curtains
    Are drawn round baby bankrupt
    Who sucks you while you're sleeping
    Its the theater of financiers
    Count them fifteen round the table
    White and dressed to kill

    Oh caress yourself my juicy
    For my hands are all but withered
    Oh dress yourself my urchin one
    For I hear them on the stairs
    Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
    We are the dead
    We Are The Dead
    We are the dead

  • 9
    1984

    Someday they will get you now you must agree
    The times they are a telling
    And the changing isn't free
    You've read it in the tea leaves
    and the tracks are on TV
    Beware the savage lure of 1984

    They'll split your pretty cranium
    And fill it full of air
    And tell you that you're eighty
    But brother you won't care
    You'll be shooting up on anything
    tomorrow's never there
    Beware the savage lure of 1984

    Come see, come see remember me?
    We played an all night movie role
    You said it would last
    But I guess we enrolled in 1984, 1984

    I'm looking for a vehicle I'm looking for a ride
    I'm looking for a party I'm looking for a side
    I'm looking for the treason that I knew in '65
    Beware the savage lure of 1984

    1984
    1984
    1984
    1984
    1984
    1984

  • 10
    Big Brother

    Don't talk of dust and roses
    Or should we powder our noses?
    Don't talk of last years capers
    Give me steel, give me steel
    Give me pulsars unreal

    He'll build a glass asylum
    With just a hint of mayhem
    He'll build a better whirlpool
    We'll be living from sin
    Then we can really begin

    Please saviour, saviour show us
    Hear me, I'm graphically yours

    Someone to claim us - someone to follow
    Someone to shame us - some brave apollo
    Someone to fool us - someone like you
    We want you Big Brother - Big Brother
    I know you think you're awful square
    But you made everyone and you've been everywhere
    Lord I think you'd overdose if you knew what's going down

    Someone to claim us - someone to follow
    Someone to shame us - some brave apollo
    Someone to fool us - someone like you
    We want you Big Brother - Big Brother

  • 11
    Chant Of The Ever-Circling Skeletal Family

    Brother
    Shake it up
    Shake it up
    Move it up
    Move it up
    Brother
    Oo-oo