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Lodger

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Release date: 
May 01, 1979
Total Tracks: 
10
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Label: 
RCA
Design: 
Derek Bosshier and David Bowie
Brian Duffy - Photography
Producer: 
David Bowie
Tony Visconti

    Lodger

    • Design Derek Bosshier and David Bowie
    • Design Brian Duffy - Photography
    Released May 1979
    Label RCA
    Producers David Bowie, Tony Visconti
  • 1
    Fantastic Voyage (Bowie/Eno)

    In the event that this fantastic voyage
    Should turn to erosion and we never get old
    Remember it's true, dignity is valuable
    But our lives are valuable, too.

    We're learning to live with somebody's depression
    And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
    We'll get by, I suppose

    It's a very modern world, but nobody is perfect
    It's a moving world, but that's no reason
    to shoot some of those missiles
    Think of us as fatherless scum
    It won't be forgotten
    'Cause we'll never say anything nice again, will we?

    And the wrong words make you listen
    in this criminal world
    Remember it's true, a loyalty is valuable
    But our lives are valuable, too.

    We're learning to live with somebody's depression
    And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
    We'll get by, I suppose

    But any sudden movement, I've got to write it down
    They wipe out an entire race and I've got to write it down
    But I'm still getting educated but I've got to write down
    And it won't be forgotten
    'Cause I'll never say anything nice again, how can I?

  • 2
    African Night Flight (Bowie/Eno)

    African nightmare one-time Mormon
    More men fall in Hullabaloo men
    I slide to the nearest bar
    Undermine chairman
    I went too far
    Bent on a windfall
    Rent a sony
    Wonder how the dollar went down
    Gotta get a world to Elizabeth's father
    Hey ho, he wished me well

    Seemed like another day
    I could fly
    Into the eye of God on high
    (Repeat)

    His burning eye will see me through
    One of these days, one of these days
    Gotta get a word through
    One of these days

    Asanti habari habari habari
    Asanti nabana nabana nabana

    Getting in mood for a Mombassa night flight
    Pushing my luck, gonna fly like a mad thing
    Bare strip takeoff skimming over Rhino
    Born in slumber less than peace
    Struggle with a child whose screaming dreaming
    Drowned by the props all steely sunshine
    Sick of you, sick of me
    Lust for the free life
    Quashed and maimed
    Like a valuable loved one
    Left unnamed

    Seems like another day
    I could fly
    Into the eye of God on high
    (Repeat)

    Over the bushland over the trees
    Wise like Orangutan
    That was me

    His burning eye will see me through
    One of these days, one of these days
    Gotta get a word through
    One of these days

  • 3
    Move On

    Sometimes I feel
    The need to move on
    So I pack a bag
    And move on
    Move on

    Well I might take a train
    Or sail at dawn
    Might take a girl
    When I move on
    When I move on

    Somewhere, someone's calling me
    And when the chips are down
    I'm just a travelling man
    Maybe it's just a trick of the mind, but
    Somewhere there's a morning sky
    Bluer than her eyes
    Somewhere there's an ocean
    Innocent and wild

    Africa is sleepy people
    Russia has its horsemen
    Spent some nights in old Kyoto
    Sleeping on the matted ground

    Cyprus is my island
    When the going's rough
    I would love to find you
    Somewhere in a place like that

    Somewhere, someone's calling me
    And when the chips are down
    I stumble like a blind man
    Can't forget you
    Can't forget you
    Feeling like a shadow
    Drifting like a leaf
    I stumble like a blind man
    Can't forget you
    Can't forget you

  • 4
    Yassassin

    Yassassin - I'm not a moody guy
    Yassassin - I walk without a sound
    Yassassin - Just a working man, no judge of men
    Yassassin - But such a life I've never known

    We came from the farmlands
    To live in this city
    We walked proud and lustful
    In this resonant world
    You want to fight
    But I don't want to leave

    CHORUS

    Look at this - no second glances
    Look at this - no value of love
    Look at this - just sun and steel
    Look at this - then look at us

    CHORUS

    Yassassin, Yassassin, Yassassin

    If there’s someone in charge
    Then listen to me
    Don’t say nothing’s wrong
    ‘Cause I’ve got a love
    And she’s afeared
    You want to fight
    But I don’t want to leave
    Or drift away

    Yassassin, Yassassin, Yassassin

    CHORUS

  • 5
    Red Sails (Bowie/Eno)

    I feel a bit roughed up, feel a bit frightened
    Nearly pin it down some time
    Red sail action wake up in the wrong town
    Boy, I really get around

    Thunder ocean
    Thunder ocean
    Red sails take me
    Make me sail along

    Red sails and a mast so tall
    Red sails
    Red sails

    Do you remember we another person
    Green and black and red and so scared
    Graffiti on the wall keep us all in tune
    Bringing us all back home

    Red sails
    Thunder ocean
    Red sails
    Sailor can't dance like you

    Red sail
    Red sail action
    Red sail
    Some reaction

    Action boy seen living under neon
    Struggle with a foreign tongue
    Red sails make him strong
    Action make him sail along
    Life stands still and stares

    The hinterland, the hinterland
    We're gonna sail to the hinterland
    And it's far far far far far far far far away
    It's far far far far faa faa da-da da-da da
    12
    3-4
    Oooooo

  • 6
    D.J. (Bowie/Eno/Alomar)

    I'm home, lost my job
    And incurably ill
    You think this is easy
    realism
    I've got a girl out there
    I suppose
    I think she's dancin'
    I feel like Dan Dare lies down
    I think she's dancin'
    What do I know?

    I am a D.J.
    I am what I play
    Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no
    I am a D.J.
    I am what I play
    Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no

    I am a D.J.
    I am what I play
    I've got believers
    (Kiss-kiss)
    Believing me.

    One more weekend
    of lights and evening faces
    Fast food, living nostalgia
    Humble pie or bitter fruit

    I am a D.J.
    I am what I play
    Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no

    I am a D.J.
    I am what I say
    Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no

    I am a D.J.
    I am what I play
    I've got believers
    (Kiss-kiss)
    Believing me

    I am a D.J., I am what I play
    Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no
    I am a D.J., I am what I play
    Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no
    I am a D.J., I am what I play
    Can't turn around, no (kiss-kiss)

    Time flies when you're having fun
    Break his heart, break her heart
    He used to be my boss and now he is a puppet dancer
    I am a D.J. and I've got believers

    I've got believers
    I've got believers
    I've got believers in me
    I've got believers
    I've got believers
    I am a D.J., I am what I play
    I am a D.J.

  • 7
    Look Back in Anger (Bowie/Eno)

    "You know who I am," he said.
    The speaker was an angel
    He coughed and shook his crumpled wings,
    Closed his eyes and moved his lips
    "It's time we should be going."

    (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)

    "Look back in anger,
    Driven by the night,
    Till you come."

    (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)

    "Look back in anger
    See it in my eyes
    Till you come."

    No one seemed to hear him
    So he leafed through a magazine
    And, yawning, rubbed the sleep away
    Very sane he seemed to me

    (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)

    "Look back in anger
    Driven by the night,
    Till you come."

    (Waiting so long, I've been waiting so, waiting so)

    "Look back in anger,
    feel it in my voice,
    till you come."

  • 8
    Boys Keep Swinging (Bowie/Eno)

    Heaven loves ya
    The clouds part for ya
    Nothing stands in your way
    When you're a boy

    Clothes always fit ya
    Life is a pop of the cherry
    When you're a boy

    When you're a boy
    You can wear a uniform
    When you're a boy
    Other boys check you out
    You get a girl
    These are your favourite things
    When you're a boy

    Boys
    Boys
    Boys keep swinging
    Boys always work it out

    Uncage the colours
    Unfurl the flag
    Luck just kissed you hello
    When you're a boy

    They'll never clone ya
    You're always first on the line
    When you're a boy

    When you're a boy
    You can buy a home of your own
    When you're a boy
    Learn to drive and everything
    You'll get your share
    When you're a boy

    Boys
    Boys
    Boys keep swinging
    Boys always work it out

  • 9
    Repetition

    Johnny is a man
    And he's bigger than you
    But his overheads are high
    And he looks straight through you when you ask him how the kids are

    He'll get home around seven
    'Cause the Chevy's real old
    And he could have had a Cadillac
    If the school had taught him right
    And he could have married Anne with the blue silk blouse

    And the food is on the table
    But the food is cold
    Don't hit her

    "Can't you even cook?
    What's the good of me working when you can't damn cook?"

    Well Johnny is a man
    And he's bigger than her
    I guess the bruises won't show
    If she wears long sleeves
    But the space in her eyes shows through

    And he could have married Anne with the blue silk blouse
    He could have married Anne with the blue silk blouse
    Shows through
    Shows through
    Shows through

  • 10
    Red Money (Bowie/Alomar)

    Oh, can you feel it in the way
    That a man is not a man?
    Can you see it in the sky
    That the landscape is too high?

    Like a nervous disease
    And it's been there all along
    It will tumble from the sky
    And it's been there all along

    Project cancelled
    Tumbling central
    Red Money

    Chorus

    Can you hear it fall
    Can you hear it well
    Can you hear it at all

    I was really feeling good
    Reet Petite and how d'ya do
    Then I got the small red box
    And I didn't know what to do
    'Cause my fingers could not grope
    And I could not give it away
    And I knew I must not drop it
    Stop it, take it away

    Project cancelled
    Tumbling central
    Red Money

    Chorus

    Can you hear it at all
    Can you hear it at all

    Red Money (4x)

    Such responsibility
    It's up to you and me