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Tin Machine

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Release date: 
May 01, 1989
Total Tracks: 
14
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Label: 
EMI
Design: 
Masayoshi Sukita - Photography
Producer: 
Tin Machine
Tim Palmer

    Tin Machine

    • Design Masayoshi Sukita - Photography
    Released May 1989
    Label EMI
    Producers Tin Machine, Tim Palmer

    Tin Machine was released with three different sleeves over the original three formats: CD, vinyl LP and cassette.
    Each cover was a variation of the same Sukita shot but with the band stood in different positions on each. The original vinyl edition is pictured here.
    Due to format length restrictions, Run and Sacrifice Yourself were not included on the LP version.

  • 1
    Heaven's In Here

    Baby I dream between the blade and the tongue
    Of the rose on your cheek the wounded & dumb
    We stumble and fall we stumble and fall
    Skin on skin but there's heaven in...
    Heaven's in here
    Heaven's in here
    Among the twilight and stars
    Like a rocket to mars
    Heaven in here

    The first and the last are telling it all
    Telling you loud but selling it small
    I'm taking a swing at this shadow of mine
    Crucifix hangs an' my heart's in my mouth
    But it's here

    Heaven's in here
    Among the twilight and stars
    Like a rocket to mars
    Heaven's in here

    Heaven in one sigh
    Heaven in two eyes

    Heaven lies between your marbled thighs
    The rustle of your falling gown
    We stumble and fall like tragedy falls
    We stumble and twirl there's heaven in here
    We stumble and fall uncertain we fall
    Flesh on flesh but there's heaven in.
    Heaven's in here

    Heaven's in here
    Among the twilight and stars
    Like a rocket to mars
    Heaven's in here
    You'll dance to my tongue we'll dance on the sun
    We're the twilight and stars
    There's heaven in here

  • 2
    Tin Machine (Bowie/Gabrels/H. Sales/T. Sales)

    tin machine
    tin machine

    take me anywhere
    somewhere without alcohol
    or goons with muddy hair

    tin machine
    tin machine

    tin machine
    tin machine

    the zombies that i pass
    the guy that beats his baby up
    the preachers and their past

    tin machine
    tin machine

    tin machine

    baby doll
    baby doll

    clarity and prayer
    there's more than money moving here
    there's mindless maggot glare
    working horrors-humping tories
    spittle on their chins
    carving up my childrens future
    read 'em pal and grin

    raging raging raging
    burning in my room
    c'mon and get a good idea
    c'mon and get it soon
    i'm waiting on the fire escape
    i'm not exactly well
    i'm neither red nor black nor white
    i'm grey and blown to hell

  • 3
    Prisoner Of Love (Bowie/Gabrels/H. Sales/T. Sales)

    Don't look back
    Whatever it takes to save your life
    I've believed I belonged to you for a long time
    And my heart says no, no one but you

    Like a rescue on a darkened street
    Love walked into town
    I was a victim of my own self-persecution
    I'm a prisoner of love - but I'm coming up for air

    Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
    The world and all that glitters more fool you

    I'm such a hungry man that I bet you over and
    Over and over and over
    And I might take any highway to be there with you
    Even the best men shiver in their beds
    I'm loving you above everything I have
    I'm a prisoner of love - just stay square

    Like a sermon on blues guitar
    Love walked into town
    I was drowning so slowly
    One step in front of your shadow
    I'm a prisoner of love but I'm coming up for air

    Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
    The world and all that glitters more fool you
    I smell the sickness sown in this city
    It drives me to hide you, yea, even deceive you
    I'm so afraid for you that
    I'll break any thug that maps out your passage to ruin
    Even the best men shiver in their beds
    I'm loving you above everything I have
    I'm a prisoner of love - just stay square

  • 4
    Crack City

    Oh come all you children
    Don't grab that scabby hand
    It belongs to Mr. sniff and tell
    It belongs to the candyman

    Don't whore your little bodies
    To the worms of paradise
    Like Everest it's fatal
    Its peaks are cold as ice

    They're riding on the subways
    They're riding on the streets
    They'll ride you down to gutters
    They'll ride you off your feet

    Gonna hit Crack City
    Hit Crack City

    Piss on the icon monsters
    Whose guitars bequeath you pain
    They'll face you down to their level
    With their addictions and their fast lanes

    Corrupt with shaky visions
    And crack and coke and alcohol
    They're just a bunch of assholes
    With buttholes for their brains
    You can't keep on riding
    The pain you know so well
    They'll ride you down to the gutter
    They'll ride you down to hell

    Gonna hit Crack City
    Hit Crack City

    And you the master dealer
    May death be on your brow
    May razors slash your mainline
    I'm calling you out right now

    May all your vilest nightmares
    Consume your shrunken head
    May the ho-ho hounds of paranoia
    Dance upon your stinking bed

    Don't look at me you fuckheads
    This nation's turning blue
    Its stink and fouls and highways
    Its filth it sticks like glue

    Hit Crack City

    They'll bury you in velvet
    And place you underground
    The hatred of yourself
    And the sufferings that conspire
    To take your little body and throw it to the fools
    And the hounds that rip your flesh
    Only your mind can take you out of this
    Only your mind or death

    I'm riding on the subway
    The subway down to hell
    I've finished with this journey
    I seem to know it well

    Gonna hit Crack City
    Hit Crack City

  • 5
    I Can't Read (Bowie/Gabrels)

    I can't read and I can't write down
    I don't know a book from countdown
    I don't care which shadow gets me
    All I've got is someone's face

    Money goes to money heaven
    Bodies go to body hell
    I just cough, catch the chase
    Switch the channel watch the police car

    I can't read shit anymore
    I just sit back and ignore
    I just can't get it right, can't get it right
    I can't read shit I can't read shit

    When you see a famous smile
    No matter where you run your mile
    To be right in that photograph
    Andy where's my fifteen minutes?

    I can't read shit anymore
    I just sit back and ignore
    I just can't get it right
    Can't get it right
    I can't read shit I can't read shit

  • 6
    Under the God

    skin dance back-a-the condo
    skin heads getting to school
    beating on blacks with a baseball bat
    racism back in rule

    white trash picking up nazi flags
    while you was gone, there was war
    this is the west, get used to it
    they put a swastika over the door

    Chorus:
    under the god
    under the god
    one step over the red line
    under the god
    under the god
    ten steps into the crazy

    washington heads in the toilet bowl
    don't see supremicist hate
    right wing dicks in their boiler suits
    picking out who to annihilate

    toxic jungle of uzi trails
    tribesmen just wouldn't live here
    facist flare is fashion cool
    well, you're dead - you just ain't buried (yet)

    Chorus

    as the walls came tumbling down
    so, the secrets that we shared
    i believed you by the palace gates,
    now the savage days are here

    under the gods
    crazy eyed man with a shot gun
    hot headed creep with a knife
    love and peace and harmony
    love you could cut with a life

  • 7
    Amazing (Bowie/Gabrels)

    i'm lazy
    you're crazy, girl
    stay by my side

    i'm scared you'll
    meet someone
    in whom you'll confide

    life's still a dream
    your love's amazing
    since i found you
    my life's amazing

    i pledge you
    you'll never be blue
    there's too much at stake to be down

    my nightmare
    rooted here watching you go
    divine in both our lives

    life's still a dream
    your love's amazing
    since i found you
    my life's a roll
    go go go
    and it's amazing

  • 8
    Working Class Hero (Lennon)

    as soon as you're born they make you feel small
    by giving you no time instead of it all
    till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
    a working class hero is something to be
    a working class hero is something to be

    they hurt you at home and they hit you at school
    they hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
    till you're so fuckin' crazy you can't follow their rules
    a working class hero is something to be
    a working class hero is something to be

    when they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
    then they expect you to pick a career
    when you can't really function you're so full of fear
    a working class hero is something to be
    a working class hero is something to be
    keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
    and you think you're so clever and classless and free
    but you're still fuckin' peasants as far as i can see
    a working class hero is something to be
    a working class hero is something to be

    there's room at the top they are telling you still
    but first you must learn how to smile as you kill
    if you want to be like the folks on the hill

    a working class hero is something to be
    if you want to be a hero well just follow me
    if you want to be a hero well just follow me

  • 9
    Bus Stop (Bowie/Gabrels)

    There's a cry that is heard in the city
    From Vivian at Pentecost Lane
    A shriekin' and dancing till 4am
    Another night of muscles and pain
    I love you despite your convictions
    That god never laughs at my jokes

    I'm a young man at odds with the bible
    But I don't pretend faith never works
    When we're down on our knees
    Preteen' at the bus stop

    Now Jesus he came in a vision
    And offered you redemption from sin
    I'm not sayin' that I don't believe you
    But are you sure that it really was him?
    I've been told that it could've been blue cheese
    Or the meal that we ate down the road
    Hallelujah

  • 10
    Pretty Thing

    Think about the good things
    Think about the bad things
    Think about a reason to see you tonight
    Something getting hard when you rock it up
    Something getting hot when you rock it up
    Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway
    Never gonna treat you wrong
    Tie you down pretend you're Madonna
    Never gonna treat you wrong

    Oh you pretty thing
    Shake your pretty thing
    Gimme that pretty thing

    Think about the love thing
    Think about the sex thing
    Think about you holding me, taking me down
    Something getting hard when you rock it up
    Something getting hot when you rock it up
    Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway
    Never gonna do you wrong
    Strip you down and take you to pieces
    Always gonna love this song

    Oh you pretty thing
    Feel that pretty thing
    Suck that pretty thing

  • 11
    Video Crime (Bowie/H. Sales/T. Sales)

    ain't got room for charity this skeleton's mine
    me im crawling with no cash chop it up
    me, im looking for hot flesh chop it up

    blood on video - video crime
    video crime
    needles and pins and video crime
    video crime
    i've got dollars- i've got sense
    wonder where the third world went

    ain't got time for honeymoon chop it up
    trash time bundy, death row chic chop it up
    haunt this street from half past ten chop it up

    blood on video - video crime
    video crime
    needles and pins and video crime
    video crime
    late night cannibal- cripples decay
    just can't tear my eyes away

    ain't got room for charity this skeleton's mine
    ain't got room for hollywood chop it up
    me, i'm crawling with no cash chop it up
    blood on video - video crime
    video crime
    needles and pins and video crime
    video crime
    i've got dollars i've got sense
    wonder where the third world went

  • 12
    Run (Armstrong/Bowie) (Not included on vinyl version)

    wish i were a sailor
    crossing an azure sea
    under leaden skies
    under your eyes

    but i can’t see too far
    with these animal eyes
    can’t hold my breath
    without your voice

    an i’m danger-prone
    i’ll be bound
    i’ll be fast as hell
    without your touch

    an i’ll run run run run
    an i’ll run run run run
    without your love

    i’m a goldman
    in a soaring tower
    and it’s cold in here
    without your love

    trouble in here - trouble out there
    mainline problems til you no longer care
    get a long-low life - it’s duty bound
    no hope - no life - no you - ah ha

    an i’ll run run run run
    an i’ll run run run run
    without your love

    i duck the shots - tilt the world
    talk myself crazy - shoot the breeze
    shout to live - shoot to kill
    double up in pain - i’m on my knees

  • 13
    Sacrifice Yourself (Bowie/H. Sales/T. Sales) (Not included on vinyl version)

    some days he feels so empty
    just a talking head
    married to a klingon
    who would cream him in the press

    god could detonate him
    god's the one we pick to curse us
    and 35 years pass him
    like an evening at the circus

    don't sacrifice yourself
    sacrifice yourself
    surprise yourself
    don't sacrifice yourself

    there it is, the look, the winner you
    once talked of being
    give her one last kiss and
    drive right out the window screaming
    no truth decent, it was summer from the waist down
    she blew the troops right off your feet
    she tells you she's god's grammy

    don't sacrifice yourself
    sacrifice yourself
    surprise yourself
    don't sacrifice yourself

    her, the only game in town, a queen of competence
    blind in front of mirrors, proving nothing says a lot
    wham bam thank you charlie
    vanity is all
    you wander lonely to the scene
    a crawling up the walls

    don't sacrifice yourself
    sacrifice yourself
    surprise yourself
    don't sacrifice yourself

  • 14
    Baby Can Dance (Bowie)

    I'm rolling out of the Ferris wheel
    No one looks and no one feels
    But the baby can the baby can

    The way it feels just feeling you
    Holding out and falling out
    But the baby can the baby can

    I'm the jumping man
    I'm the jumping man

    But baby can float
    Baby can drown
    Baby can touch her toes,
    Toss her hair
    Make you feel you're going nowhere
    Baby can dance
    Baby can dance
    Baby can walk around the town
    Attract a man and cut him down

    I'm the shadow man the jumping jack
    The man who can and don't look back
    But the baby can the baby can

    I'm rolling out of the Ferris wheel
    No one looks and no one feels
    But the baby can the baby can

    And the way it feels
    I'm feeling you

    Everyday, is far away
    Everyday, everyday
    It's over now
    It's over now