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Aladdin Sane Apr '73

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Time

on February 06, 2013
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Time- He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boy
Time- He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me boy
Time- In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time

The sniper in the brain regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain
And many other last names
Oh well I look at my watch
It says 9:25 and I think
'Oh God, I'm still alive'

We should be on by now
We should be on by now

You-Are not a victim
You-Just scream with boredom
You- Are not evicting time

Chimes- Goddamn you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time

Breaking up is hard
But keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams
I had so many breakthroughs
But you my love were kind
But love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed
Your park was real greenless
Perhaps you're smiling now
Smiling through this darkness
But all I have to give
Is guilt for dreaming

We should be on by now
We should be on by now

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Cracked Actor

on February 06, 2013
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I've come on a few years
From my Hollywood highs
The best of the last
The cleanest star they ever had
I'm stiff on my legend
The films that I made
Forget that I'm fifty
'Cause you just got paid

Crack baby crack
Show me you're real
Smack baby smack
Is all that you feel
Suck baby suck
Give me your head
Before you start professing
That you're knocking me dead

You caught yourself a trick
Down on Sunset and Vine
But since he pinned you
Baby you're a porcupine
You sold me illusions
For a sack full of cheques
You've made a bad connection
'Cause I just want your sex

Crack baby crack
Show me you're real
Smack baby smack
Is all that you feel
Suck baby suck
Give me your head
Before you start professing
That you're knocking me dead

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Panic In Detroit

on February 06, 2013
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He looked a lot like Che Guevara
Drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion
Such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People's Gang

Panic in Detroit
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit

He laughed at accidental sirens
That broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers
Were all that were left alive

Panic in Detroit
I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit

Putting on some clothes
I made my way to school
And found my teacher
Crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran
To smash my favourite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars
That slept at traffic lights

Having scored a trillion dollars
Made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table
A gun and me alone
I ran to the window
Looked for a plane or two

Panic in Detroit
He'd left me an autograph
'Let me collect dust'
I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit

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Drive-In Saturday

on February 06, 2013
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Let me put my arms around your head
Gee its hot, let's go to bed
Don't forget to turn on the light
Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright
Pour me out another phone
I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up alone

And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes
And scored like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive in Saturday

Jung the foreman prayed at work
That neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation
Amid this fall-out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
That stands in steel by his cabinet
He is crashing out with Sylvian
The Bureau Supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Where once had raged a sea that raged no more
Like the video films we saw

His name was always Buddy
And he'd shrug and ask to stay
She'd sigh like Twig the Wonder Kid
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
It's a drive in Saturday

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Aladdin Sane (1913-1938-197?)

on February 06, 2013
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Watching him dash away
Swinging an old bouquet of dead roses
Sake and strange divine
You'll make it
Passionate bright young things
Takes him away to war
Don't fake it
Saddening glissando strings
You'll make it

Who will love Aladdin Sane?
Battle-cries and champagne
Just in time for sunrise
Who will love Aladdin Sane?

Motor sensational
Paris or maybe Hell
I'm waiting
Clutches of sad remains
Waits for Aladdin Sane
You'll make it

Who will love Aladdin Sane?
Millions weep a fountain
Just in case of sunrise
Who will love Aladdin Sane?
Will love Aladdin Sane?

Will love Aladdin Sane?
Who will love Aladdin Sane?
Millions weep a fountain
Just in case of sunrise
Who will love Aladdin Sane?
Will love Aladdin Sane?
Will love Aladdin Sane?

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