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David Bowie Jun '67

David Bowie

A 12-track version of the album was released on Deram in the US in August 1967, omitting the tracks We Are Hungry Men and Maid Of Bond Street.

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Release date: 
June 01, 1967
Total Tracks: 
14
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Please Mr Gravedigger

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There’s a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth’s finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there’s a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home

Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn’t care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl’s hair
And you put it in your pocket

Her mother doesn’t know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it’s down below with the rest of her toys
And Ma wouldn’t understand, so I won’t tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket

Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only l0, full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, oh God

No, Mr. GD, you won’t tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I’ve started digging holes my friend
And this one here’s for you

"Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn’t know of it
Hello misses, thought she’d be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain

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14
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Maid Of Bond Street

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This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf

This girl is maid of Bond Street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs

This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News
But passengers don’t smile at her
Oh no, don’t smile at her

This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy that she once knew
Doesn’t want to know her any more

And this girl is a lonely girl
Every thing she wants is hers
But she can’t make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time

This boy is made of envy
Jealousy
He doesn’t have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself

This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor

And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars
Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maids of Bond Street shouldn’t have worldly cares
Maids of Bond Street shouldn’t have love affairs

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13
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She's Got Medals

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She’d walk through the door and she’d set up the drinks on the house
She played a good game of darts, and the men slapped her back
And never took her out
She wore a trenchcoat khaki
Her hobnail boots were full of holes
She’s got medals

Her mother called her Mary, but she changed her name to Tommy
She’s a one, oh
She went and joined the army, passed the medical
Don’t ask me how it’s done
They sent her to the front line
Fighting for her country’s name
She’s got medals

She got very tired of picking up girls
Cleaning her gun and shaving her curls
Then the enemy dropped a bomb
Survivors there were none

People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed
You can see her ghost but that’s a lie
Because the naughty woman isn’t dead
She deserted on the previous morning
Replaced her uniform with dresses silk and green
Called herself Eileen
Came to London town
Now she’s settled down
She’s got medals

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12
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Join The Gang

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Let me introduce you to the gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he’s an existentialist
Once he had a name, now he plays our game
You won’t feel so good now that you’ve joined the gang

Molly is the model in the ads
Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong
Cause she can’t switch off now that she’s joined the gangLet me introduce you to the gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he’s an existentialist
Once he had a name, now he plays our game
You won’t feel so good now that you’ve joined the gang

Molly is the model in the ads
Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong
Cause she can’t switch off now that she’s joined the gang

Arthur is a singer with a band
Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage
Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid
They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang

You won’t be alone, we’ve all got beery grins
It’s a big illusion but at least you’re in
At least you’re in

This club’s called The Webb, it’s this month’s pick
Next month we shall find a place where prices aren’t so stiff
15 bob a coke, ‘fraid that’s past a joke
This is how to spend now that you’ve joined the gang

This is what to do now that you’re here
Sit round doing nothing all together very fast
Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars
They’re picking up the joints now that they’ve joined the gang

Arthur is a singer with a band
Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage
Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid
They want to see the croaking man who joined the gang

You won’t be alone, we’ve all got beery grins
It’s a big illusion but at least you’re in
At least you’re in

This club’s called The Webb, it’s this month’s pick
Next month we shall find a place where prices aren’t so stiff
15 bob a coke, ‘fraid that’s past a joke
This is how to spend now that you’ve joined the gang

This is what to do now that you’re here
Sit round doing nothing all together very fast
Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars
They’re picking up the joints now that they’ve joined the gang

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11

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