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Hunky Dory

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Release date: 
December 01, 1971
Total Tracks: 
11
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Label: 
RCA
Design: 
Brian Ward - Photography
Terry Pastor of Main Artery - Colouring
Producer: 
Ken Scott
David Bowie

    Hunky Dory

    • Design Brian Ward - Photography
    • Design Terry Pastor of Main Artery - Colouring
    Released December 1971
    Label RCA
    Producers Ken Scott, David Bowie
  • 1
    Changes

    I still don't know what I was waiting for
    And my time was running wild
    A million dead-end streets
    Every time I thought I'd got it made
    It seemed the taste was not so sweet
    So I turned myself to face me
    But I've never caught a glimpse
    Of how the others must see the faker
    I'm much too fast to take that test

    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    Turn and face the strain
    Ch-ch-Changes
    Don't have to be a richer man
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    Ch-ch-Changes
    Don't want to be a better man
    Time may change me
    But I can't trace time

    I watch the ripples change their size
    But never leave the stream
    Of warm impermanence and
    So the days float through my eyes
    But the days still seem the same
    And these children that you spit on
    As they try to change their worlds
    Are immune to your consultations
    They're quite aware of what they're going through

    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    Ch-ch-Changes
    Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    Where's your shame
    You've left us up to our necks in it
    Time may change me
    But you can't trace time

    Strange fascination, fascinating me
    Changes are taking the pace I'm going thru

    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    Ch-ch-Changes
    Look out you Rock'n' rollers
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    Ch-ch-Changes
    Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
    Time may change me
    But I can't trace time

  • 2
    Oh! You Pretty Things

    Wake up you sleepy head
    Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
    Put another log on the fire for me
    I've made some breakfast and coffee
    I look out my window and what do I see
    A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
    All the nightmares came today
    And it looks as though they're here to stay

    What are we coming to
    No room for me, no fun for you
    I think about a world to come
    Where the books were found by the Golden ones
    Written in pain, written in awe
    By a puzzled man who questioned
    What we were here for
    All the strangers came today
    And it looks as though they're here to stay

    Oh You Pretty Things
    Don't you know you're driving your
    Mamas and Papas insane
    Oh You Pretty Things
    Don't you know you're driving you
    Mamas and Papas insane
    Let me make it plain
    (2nd time: Let me say it again)
    You gotta make way for the Homo Superior

    Look out at your children
    See their faces in golden rays
    Don't kid yourself they belong to you
    They're the start of a coming race
    The earth is a bitch
    We've finished our news
    Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
    All the strangers came today
    And it looks as though they're here to stay

    Oh! You Pretty Things etc.

  • 3
    Eight Line Poem

    The tactful cactus by your window
    Surveys the prairie of your room
    The mobile spins to its collision
    Clara puts her head between her paws
    They've opened shops down the West side
    Will all the cacti find a home
    But the key to the city
    Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

  • 4
    Life On Mars?

    It's a god-awful small affair
    To the girl with the mousy hair
    But her mummy is yelling "No"
    And her daddy has told her to go
    But her friend is nowhere to be seen
    As she walks through her sunken dream
    To the seat with the clearest view
    And she's hooked to the silver screen
    But the film is a saddening bore
    For she's lived it ten times or more
    She could spit in the eyes of fools
    As they ask her to focus on

    Sailors fighting in the dance hall
    Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
    It's the freakiest show
    Take a look at the Lawman
    Beating up the wrong guy
    Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
    He's in the best selling show
    Is there life on Mars?

    It's on Amerika's tortured brow
    Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
    Now the workers have struck for fame
    'Cause Lennon's on sale again
    See the mice in their million hordes
    From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
    Rule Brittania is out of bounds
    To my mother, my dog, and clowns
    But the film is a saddening bore
    'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
    It's about to be writ again
    As I ask her to focus on

    Sailors fighting in the dance hall
    Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
    It's the freakiest show
    Take a look at the Lawman
    Beating up the wrong guy
    Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
    He's in the best selling show
    Is there life on Mars?

  • 5
    Kooks

    Will you stay in our Lovers' Story
    If you stay you won't be sorry
    'Cause we believe in you
    Soon you'll grow so take a chance
    With a couple of Kooks
    Hung up on romancing

    We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry
    And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry
    I bought you a pair of shoes
    A trumpet you can blow
    And a book of rules
    On what to say to people when they pick on you
    'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty Kookie
    too

    And if you ever have to go to school
    Remember how they messed up this old fool
    Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads
    'Cause I'm not much cop at punching
    Other people's Dads
    And if the homework brings you down
    Then we'll throw it on the fire
    And take the car downtown

    Will you stay in our Lovers' Story etc.

  • 6
    Quicksand

    I'm closer to the Golden Dawn
    Immersed in Crowley's uniform
    Of imagery
    I'm living in a silent film
    Portraying Himmler's sacred realm
    Of dream reality
    I'm frightened by the total goal
    I'm drawing to the ragged hole
    And I ain't got the power anymore
    No I ain't got the power anymore

    I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes
    Living proof of Churchill's lies
    I'm destiny
    I'm torn between the light and dark
    Where others see their target
    Divine symmetry
    Should I kiss the viper's fang
    Or herald loud the death of Man
    I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
    And I ain't got the power anymore

    Don't believe in yourself
    Don't deceive with belief
    Knowledge comes with death's release

    I'm not a prophet or a stone age man
    Just a mortal with potential of a superman
    I'm living on
    I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien
    Can't take my eyes from the great salvation
    Of bullshit faith
    If I don't explain what you ought to know
    You can tell me all about it
    On the next Bardo
    I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought
    And I ain't got the power anymore.

    Don't believe in yourself
    Don't deceive with belief
    Knowledge comes with death's release

  • 7
    Fill Your Heart (Rose/Williams)

    Fill your heart with love today
    Don't play the game of time
    Things that happened in the past
    Only happened in you Mind
    Only in your Mind-Forget your Mind
    And you'll be Free-yea'
    The writing's on the wall
    Free-yea' . And you can know it all
    If you choose, Just remember
    Lovers never lose
    'Cause they are Free of thoughts unpure (sic)
    And of thoughts unkind
    Gentleness clears the soul
    Love cleans the mind
    And makes it Free.

    Happiness is happening
    The dragons have been bled
    Gentleness is everywhere
    Fear's just in you Head
    Only in you Head
    Fear is in you Head
    Only in your Head
    So Forget your Head
    And you'll be Free
    The writing's on the wall
    Free-yea' . And you can know it all
    If you choose. Just remember
    Lovers never lose
    'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure
    And of thoughts unkind
    Gentleness clears the soul
    Love will clean your mind
    And make you free!

    Free-yea Yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah

  • 8
    Andy Warhol

    Like to take a cement fix
    Be a standing cinema
    Dress my friends up just for show
    See them as they really are
    Put a peephole in my brain
    Two new pence to have a go
    I'd like to be a gallery
    Put you all inside my show

    Andy Warhol looks a scream
    Hang him on my wall
    Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
    Can't tell them apart at all

    Andy walking, Andy tired
    Andy take a little snooze
    Tie him up when he's fast asleep
    Send him on a pleasant cruise
    When he wakes up on the sea
    Be sure to think of me and you
    He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
    What a jolly boring thing to do

    Andy Warhol looks a scream
    Hang him on my wall
    Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
    Can't tell them apart at all

  • 9
    Song For Bob Dylan

    Hear this Robert Zimmerman
    I wrote a song for you
    About a strange young man called Dylan
    With a voice like sand and glue
    His words in truthful vengeance
    They could pin us to the floor
    Brought a few more people on
    Put the fear in a whole lot more

    Ah, Here she comes
    Here she comes
    Here she comes again
    The same old painted lady
    From the brow of the superbrain
    She'll scratch this world to pieces
    As she comes on like a friend
    But a couple of songs
    From your old scrapbook
    Could send her home again

    You gave your heart to every bedsit room
    At least a picture on the wall
    Sat behind a million pair of eyes
    And told them how they saw
    Then we lost your train of thought
    The paintings are all your own
    While troubles are rising
    We'd rather be scared
    Together than alone

    Here she comes etc.

    Now hear this Robert Zimmerman
    Though I don't suppose we'll meet
    Ask your good friend Dylan
    If he'd gaze a while down the old street
    Tell him we've lost his poems
    So we're writing on the wall
    Give us back our unity
    Give us back our family
    You're every nation's refugee
    Don't leave us with their sanity

    Here she comes etc.

  • 10
    Queen Bitch

    I'm up on the eleventh floor
    And I'm watching the cruisers below
    He's down on the street
    And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
    Oh, my heart's in the basement
    My weekend's at an all time low
    'Cause she's hoping to score
    So I can't see her letting him go
    Walk out of her heart
    Walk out of her mind.
    Oh not her

    She's so swishy in her satin and tat
    In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
    Oh God, I could do better than that.

    She's an old time ambassador
    Of sweet talking, night walking games
    Oh, and she's known in the darkest clubs
    For pushing ahead of the dames
    If she says she can do it
    Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
    For she's a Queen, and such are queens
    That your laughter is sucked in their brains
    Now she's leading him on
    And she'll lay him right down
    Bet it could have been me
    Yes, it could have been me.
    Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, No, no, no

    She's so swishy in her satin tat etc.

    So I lay down a while
    And I gaze at my hotel wall
    Oh the cot is so cold
    It don't feel like no bed at all
    Yeah I lay down a while
    And I look at my hotel wall
    But he's down on the street
    So I throw both his bags down the hall
    And I'm phoning a cab
    'Cause my stomach feels small
    There's a taste in my mouth
    And it's no taste at all
    It could have been me
    Oh yeah, it could have been me
    Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, No, no, no

    She's so swishy in her satin and tat etc.

  • 11
    The Bewlay Brothers

    And so the story goes they wore the clothes,
    They said the things to make it seem improbable.
    The whale of a lie like they hope it was
    And the Goodmen of Tomorrow
    Had their feet in the wallow
    And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn
    And how they bought their positions with saccharin and
    trust
    The world was asleep to our latent fuss
    Sighing, the swirl through the streets,
    Like the crust of the sun,
    The Bewlay Brothers
    In our Wings that Bark
    Flashing teeth of Brass
    Standing tall in the dark
    Oh, we were Gone
    Hanging out with your Dwarf Man
    We were so turned on
    By your lack of Conclusions

    I was Stone and he was Wax
    So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable
    And we frightened the small children away
    And our talk was old and dust would flow
    Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight
    Back o' the kitchen door
    Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
    And the solid book we wrote
    Cannot be found today

    It was Stalking time for Moonboys
    The Bewlay Brothers
    With our backs on the arch
    In the Devil-may-be-here
    But He can't sing about that
    Oh, We were Gone
    Real Cool Traders
    We were so Turned On
    You thought we were Fakers

    Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
    the Factor Max that proved the fact
    Is melted down,
    And woven on the edging of my pillow
    Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
    He could be dead. He could be not,
    He could be You.
    He's Chameleon, Comedian Corinthian and Caricature
    "Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"
    The Bewlay Brothers
    In the feeble and the Bad
    The Bewlay Brothers
    In the Blessed and Cold
    In the Crutch-hungry Dark
    Was where we flayed our Mark
    Oh, and we were Gone
    Kings of Oblivion
    We were so Turned On
    In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

    Lay me place and bake me Pie
    I'm Starving for me Gravy
    Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
    I might just slip away
    Just for the Day, Hey!
    Please come Away, Hey!