Chordproc: David Bowie : Hunky Dory

Cmaj7

Db7

Dm7

Eb7

Oh yeah!

Em7

Still don't know what I was waiting for

And my time was running wild

A million dead-end streets and

Em7

Every time I thought I'd got it made

It seemed the taste was not so sweet

Cmaj7

Dm7

Em7

Ebm7

So I turned myself to face me

Dm7

But I've never caught a glimpse

Cmaj7

Dm7

Em7

Ebm7

Of how the others must see the faker

Dm7

I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

C/b

C/a

Turn and face the strange

C/g

Ch-ch-changes

F/e

Don't want to be a richer man

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

C/b

C/a

Turn and face the strange

C/g

Ch-ch-changes

F/e

It's gonna have to be a different man

F/a

C/g

Time may change me

C/e

G/d

F/a

But I can't trace time

Em7

I watch the ripples change their size

But never leave the stream of warm impermanence

Em7

And so the days float through my eyes

But still the days seem the same

Cmaj7

Dm7

Em7

Ebm7

And these children that you spit on

Dm7

As they try to change their worlds

Cmaj7

Dm7

Em7

Ebm7

Are immune to your consultations

Dm7

They're quite aware of what they're going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes It's gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But you can't trace time

F/c

Strange fascination, fascinating me

Changes are taking the pace I'm going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Look out you rock and rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Pretty soon now you're gonna get older Time may change me But I can't trace time

I said that time may change me But I can't trace time

Dm7

Em7

Eb7

Dm7

Dbmaj7

Cmaj7

Oh! You Pretty Things

Capo I

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F/c

Wake up you sleepy head

Dsus4

Put on some clothes, shake up your bed

Put another log on the fire for me

I've made some breakfast and coffee

Look out my window and what do I see?

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A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me

All your nightmares came today

And it looks as though they're here to stay |

Bdim

C#dim

A/e

Esus4

What are we coming to?

Dsus4

No room for me, no fun for you

I think about a world to come

Where the books were found by the golden ones

Written in pain, written in awe

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By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for

All your strangers came today

And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh you pretty things

Bb7

Don't you know your driving your mamas and papas insane?

Oh you pretty things

Bb7

Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane?

Let me make it plain!

You've got to make way for the Homo Superior

Look out at your children

Dsus4

See their faces in golden rays

Don't kid yourself they belong to you

They're the start of a coming race

The earth is a bitch, we've finished our news

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Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use

All the strangers came today

And it looks as though they're here to stay Oh you pretty things Don't you know your driving your mamas and papas insane? Oh you pretty things Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane? Let me make it plain! You've got to make way for the Homo Superior

Eight Line Poem

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Tactful cactus by your window

Surveys the prairie of your room

Mobile spins to its collision

Clara puts her head between her paws

They've opened shops down on the west side

Will all the cacti find a home?

But the key to the city

Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

Oh oh

Life On Mars?

Fmaj7/e

Cm6/d#

It's a god-awful small affair

To the girl with the mousy hair

Gm7/f

C7/e

But her mummy is yelling no

And her daddy has told her to go

Fmaj7/e

Cm6/d#

But her friend is nowhere to be seen

Now she walks through her sunken dream

Gm7/f

C7/e

To the seat with the clearest view

And she's hooked to the silver screen

C+

But the film is a saddening bore

Ab7

For she's lived it ten times or more

A+

Bbm

She could spit in the eyes of fools

Db7

As they ask her to focus on...

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

Gm7

F#+

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go

Cm7

It's the freakiest show

Ebm7

Take a look at the

Lawman beating up the wrong guy

Gm7

F#+

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know

Cm7

He's in the best selling show

F#+

Is there life on Mars?

F#dim

Ddim

Bbm

Fmaj7/e

Cm6/d#

It's on America's tortured brow

That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow

Gm7/f

C7/e

Now the workers have struck for fame

Because Lennon's on sale again

Fmaj7/e

Cm6/d#

See the mice in their million hordes

From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads

Gm7/f

C7/e

Rule Britannia is out of bounds

To my mother, my dog, and clowns

C+

But the film is a saddening bore

Ab7

Because I wrote it ten times or more

A+

Bbm

It's about to be writ again

Db7

As I ask you to focus on...

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

Gm7

F#+

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go

Cm7

It's the freakiest show

Ebm7

Take a look at the

Lawman beating up the wrong guy

Gm7

F#+

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know

Cm7

He's in the best selling show

F#+

Is there life on Mars?

Kooks

Dsus4

Will you stay in our lovers' story

Dsus4

If you stay you won't be sorry

'Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow

So take a chance with a couple of kooks

Hung up on romancing

Repeat verse 1

Dsus4

We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry

And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry

G/b

I bought you a pair of shoes

G/b

A trumpet you can blow and a book of rules

Oh what to say to people when they pick on you

'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty kookie too

Repeat verse 1

Dsus4

And if you ever have to go to a school Remember how they messed up this old fool Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads 'Cause I'm not much cop at punching other people's dads And if the homework brings you down Then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car downtown

Repeat verse 1 in E:

Esus4

Will you stay in our lovers' story

Esus4

If you stay you won't be sorry

/c#

'Cause we believe in you Soon you'll grow

So take a chance with a couple of kooks

Hung up on romancing

Repeat and fade

Quicksand

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Am7

I'm closer to the golden dawn

Csus2

Gsus4

Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery

I'm living in a silent film

Gsus4

Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of dream reality

Cm7

I'm frightened by the total goal

Drawing to the ragged hole

Em7

And I ain't got the power any more

Am7

No I ain't got the power any more

Am7

I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes

Living proof of Churchill's lies - I'm destiny

I'm torn between the light and dark

Where others see their target divine symmetry

Should I kiss the viper's fang

Or herald loud the death of man

F#m7

Em7

I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts

And I ain't got the power any more

I'm not a prophet or a stoneage man

Just a mortal with potential of a supermany - I'm living on

I'm tethered to the logic of homosapien

Can't take my eyes from the great salvation of bullshit faith

If I don't explain what you ought to know

You can tell me all about it on the Bardo

F#m7

Em7

I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts

And I ain't got the power any more

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F#m7

Don't believe in your self

Cdim

Don't deceive with belief

C#dim

Bm7

Knowledge comes with deaths release

Cdim

F#m7

Ah...

Fill Your Heart

Fill your heart with love today

Don't play the game of time

Things that happen in the past

F#m

Only happened in your mind, only in your mind

G#m

Oh-oh, forget your mind

And you'll be free, yeah

The writing's on the wall

Free, yeah

F#m

And you can know it all if you choose

G#m

Just remember lovers never lose

'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure

C#m

G#m

And of thoughts unkind

F#m

Gentleness clears the soul

G#m

Love cleans the mind and makes it

Free...

F#m

G#m

Oh, happiness is happening

Dragons have been bled

Gentleness is everywhere

F#m

Fear's just in your head, only in your head

G#m

Fear is in your head, only in your head, so forget your head

And you'll be free, yeah

The writing's on the wall

Free, yeah

F#m

And you can know it all if you choose

G#m

Just remember, lovers never lose

'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure

C#m

G#m

And of thoughts unkind

F#m

Gentleness clears the soul

G#m

Love will clean your mind and makes you...

Free...

F#m

G#m

Free, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah Free, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Andy Warhol

C/g

D/a

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Like to take a cement fix

Be a standing cinema

Dress my friends up just for show

Am7

See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain Two new pence to have a go I'd like to be a gallery Put you all inside my show

Andy Warhol looks a scream

Hang him on my wall

Andy Warhol, silver screen

Am7

Can't tell them apart at all

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Andy walking, Andy tired Andy take a little snooze Tie him up when he's fast asleep Send him on a pleasant cruise When he wake up on the sea He sure to think of me and you He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue What a jolly boring thing to do Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all

Song For Bob Dylan

G#m

Hear this Robert Zimmerman

F#m

I wrote this song for you

G#m

About a strange young man called Dylan

F#m

With a voice like sand and glue

G#m

C#m7

Some words in truthful vengeance

Could pin us to the floor

F#m

G#m

Brought a few more people on

Put the fear in a whole lot more

Oh, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again

The same old painted lady from the brow of the superbrain

F#m

She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend

But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again

But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook could send her home again Gave your heart to every bedsit room At least a picture on my wall And you sat behind a million pair of eyes And told them how they saw Then we lost your train of thought Your paintings are all your own While troubles are rising, we'd rather be scared Together than alone Oh, here she comes...

Solo over intro chords

Now hear this, Robert Zimmerman Though I don't suppose we'll meet Ask your good friend Dylan If he'd gaze a while down the old street Tell him we've lost his poems So we're writing on the walls Give us back our unity Give us back our family You're every nation's refugee Don't leave us with their sanity Oh, here she comes...

Here she comes, here she comes Here she comes

Queen Bitch

I'm up on the eleventh floor and I'm watching the cruisers below

He's down on the street and he's trying hard to pull sister Flo

Oh my heart's in the basement, my weekend's at an all time low

'Cause she's hoping to score, so I can't see her letting him go

Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind (no not her)

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat and bipperty-boppity hat

Oh God I could do better than that! She's an old time ambassador of sweet talking, night walking games And she's known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it, then she can do it, she don't make false claims For she's a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains

But now she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down

Now she's leading him on and she'll lay him right down

But it could have been me, yes it could have been me

Why didn't I say, why didn't I say

Ay, no no no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-boppity hat Oh God I could do better than that!

Bewlay Brothers

And so the story goes they wore the clothes

They said the things to make it seem improbable

The whale of a lie like they hope it was

And the good men tomorrow had their feet in the wallow

And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn

And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust

And the world was asleep to our latent fuss

Sighing the swirl through the streets

Like the crust of the sun, the Bewlay Brothers

In our wings that bark

Flashing teeth of brass

Standing tall in the dark

Em/a

Oh, and we were gone

Hanging out with your dwarf men

We were so turned on by your lack of conclusions

Well I was stone and he was wax

So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable

And we frightened the small children away

And our talk was old and dust would flow through our veins

And lo! it was midnight back of the kitchen door

Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor

And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today

It was stalking time

For the moon boys the Bewlay Brothers

With our backs on the arch

In the devil may be here

But he can't sing about that

F#sus4

Em/a

Oh! and they were gone

Real cool traders

We were so turned on

You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned

The factor max that proved the fact is melted down

Woven on the edging of my pillow

Now my brother lays upon the rocks

He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you

He's chameleon, comedian Corinthian and caricature

Shooting up pie in the sky the Bewlay Brothers

In the feeble and the bad the Bewlay Brothers

In the blessed and cold

In the crutch-hungry dark was where we flayed our mark

F#sus4

Em/a

Oh! And we were gone Kings of oblivion

We were so turned on on

We were so turned on

In the mind warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie I'm starving for me gravy

Leave my shoes and door unlocked I might just slip away

Hey, just for the day Hey, please come away