Skip directly to content

The Next Day the words

Total Blam Blam's picture
on March 04, 2013

“They can’t get enough of that doomsday song”

Continuing our posting of the lyrics for The Next Day, here are the words for the brilliant opening title track.

We’ll be posting more over the next few days along with more teases of Jonathan Barnbrook‘s album artwork, both here on DavidBowie.com and on the David Bowie (Official) Facebook page

 

The Next Day (David Bowie)

Look into my eyes he tells her
I’m gonna say goodbye he says yea
Do not cry she begs of him goodbye yea
All that day she thinks of his love yea

They whip him through the streets and alleys there
The gormless and the baying crowd right there
They can’t get enough of that doomsday song
They can’t get enough of it all

Listen

Listen to the whores he tells her
He fashions paper sculptures of them
Then drags them to the river‘s bank in the cart
Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark
And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin
Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest

Here I am
Not quite dying
My body left to rot in a hollow tree
Its branches throwing shadows
On the gallows for me
And the next day
And the next
And another day

Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases
They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest

First they give you everything that you want
Then they take back everything that you have
They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees
They can work with satan while they dress like the saints
They know god exists for the devil told them so
They scream my name aloud down into the well below

Here I am
Not quite dying
My body left to rot in a hollow tree
Its branches throwing shadows
On the gallows for me
And the next day
And the next
And another day

blog image: 
    4 March 2013
    The Next Day the words

    “They can’t get enough of that doomsday song”

    Continuing our posting of the lyrics for The Next Day, here are the words for the brilliant opening title track.

    We’ll be posting more over the next few days along with more teases of Jonathan Barnbrook‘s album artwork, both here on DavidBowie.com and on the David Bowie (Official) Facebook page

     

    The Next Day (David Bowie)

    Look into my eyes he tells her
    I’m gonna say goodbye he says yea
    Do not cry she begs of him goodbye yea
    All that day she thinks of his love yea

    They whip him through the streets and alleys there
    The gormless and the baying crowd right there
    They can’t get enough of that doomsday song
    They can’t get enough of it all

    Listen

    Listen to the whores he tells her
    He fashions paper sculptures of them
    Then drags them to the river‘s bank in the cart
    Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark
    And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin
    Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest

    Here I am
    Not quite dying
    My body left to rot in a hollow tree
    Its branches throwing shadows
    On the gallows for me
    And the next day
    And the next
    And another day

    Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases
    They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps
    They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death
    And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest

    First they give you everything that you want
    Then they take back everything that you have
    They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees
    They can work with satan while they dress like the saints
    They know god exists for the devil told them so
    They scream my name aloud down into the well below

    Here I am
    Not quite dying
    My body left to rot in a hollow tree
    Its branches throwing shadows
    On the gallows for me
    And the next day
    And the next
    And another day