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| Forever and ever... by Sergio DS |
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.
David Bowie | Young Americans (Lyrics):
ResponderEliminarThey 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
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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