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lunes, 8 de enero de 2018

Young Americans

Forever and ever... by Sergio DS
Happy 71th #Birthday!

David Bowie - "Young Americans" (1975)

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David Bowie | Young Americans ----> (Lyrics)
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"No creas en ti mismo, no engañes con la creencia. El conocimiento viene con la liberación de la muerte".
David Robert Jones (8 de enero de 1947 - 2016), alias David Bowie.

3 comentarios:

  1. David Bowie | Young Americans (Lyrics):

    They pulled in just behind the fridge
    He lays her down - he frowns
    "Gee my life's a funny thing
    Am I still too young"
    He kissed her then and there
    She took his ring, took his babies
    It took him minutes, took her nowhere
    Heaven knows she'd have taken anything

    CHORUS
    All night - she wants the young American
    Young American, young American, she wants the young American
    All right - but she wants the young American

    Scanning life through the picture window
    She finds the slinky vagabond
    He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
    Heaven forbid she’ll take anything
    But the freak and his type - all for nothing
    Misses a step and cuts his hand
    Showing nothing he swoops like a song
    She cries " where have all papa's heroes gone?"

    All night - she wants the young American
    Young American, young American, she wants the young American
    All right - well she wants the young American

    All the way from Washington
    Her breadwinner begs off the bathroom floor
    "We live for just these twenty years
    Do we have to die for the fifty more"

    All night - he wants the young American
    Young American, young American, he wants the young American
    All right - but he wants the young American

    Do you remember your President Nixon?
    Do you remember the bills you have to pay
    or even yesterday?

    Have you have been an un-American
    Just you and your idol singing falsetto
    'Bout leather, leather everywhere
    and not a myth left from the ghetto
    Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
    In the case, just in case of depression?
    Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
    Blushing at all the afro-sheeners
    Ain't that close to love?
    Well ain't that poster love?
    Well it ain't that barbie doll
    Her heart's been broken just like you have

    All night- you want the young American
    Young American, young American, you wants the young American
    All right - you want the young American

    You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
    A pimp's got a cadi and lady got a Chrysler
    Black's got respect - white's got his soul train
    Mama got cramps and look at your hands ache
    I heard the news today oh boy
    I got a suite and you got defeat
    Is there a man who can say no more?
    And ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
    And ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
    Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
    Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
    Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?

    All night - I want the young American
    Young American, young American, I wants the young American
    It's all right - I want the young American

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  2. Qué penita... No es que fuera yo su mayor fan pero hay que reconocer que últimamente se van todos los grandes. En fin, feliz cumple al Duque!! Besotes.

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