David Bowie : Hunky Dory

Cmaj7

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Eb7

F7

D

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F7

Oh yeah!

C

Em7

Still don't know what I was waiting for

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G

And my time was running wild

F

A million dead-end streets and

C

Em7

Every time I thought I'd got it made

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G

It seemed the taste was not so sweet

Cmaj7

Dm7

Em7

Ebm7

So I turned myself to face me

Dm7

G

But I've never caught a glimpse

Cmaj7

Dm7

Em7

Ebm7

Of how the others must see the faker

Dm7

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) I'm much too fast to take that test

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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange

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Ch-ch-changes! Don't want to be a richer man

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C/a

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange

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Ch-ch-changes! It's gonna have to be a different man

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Time may change me

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G/d

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But I can't trace time

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Em7

I watch the ripples change their size

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But never leave the stream of warm impermanence

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Em7

And so the days float through my eyes

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But still the days seem the same

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And these children that you spit on

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As they try to change their worlds

Cmaj7

Dm7

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Are immune to your consultations

Dm7

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) 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 I can't trace time

Dm

Em

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F/c

C

Strange fascination, fascinating me

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G

Changes are taking the pace I'm 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 I can't trace time

Dm

Em

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

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Capo:

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Wake up, you sleepy head

Dsus4

Dm

Put on some clothes, shake up your bed

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Put another log on the fire for me

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I've made some breakfast and coffee

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Look out my window and what do I see?

A7

Dm

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

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All your nightmares came today

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

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What are we coming to?

Dsus4

Dm

No room for me, no fun for you

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I think about a world to come

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Where the books were found by the golden ones

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Written in pain, written in awe

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Dm

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By a puzzled man who questioned what we were here for

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All your strangers came today

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And it looks as though they're here to stay

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Am

Oh you pretty things

Dm

C

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

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Am

Oh you pretty things

Dm

C

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F

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

G

Let me make it plain!

C

Bb

F

You've got to make way for the Homo Superior

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C

Look out at your children

Dsus4

Dm

See their faces in golden rays

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Don't kid yourself they belong to you

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D

They're the start of a coming race

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

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Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use

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All the strangers came today

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And it looks as though they're here to stay Oh you pretty things Don't you know you're 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

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Tactful cactus by your window

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Surveys the prairie of your room

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Mobile spins to its collision

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Clara puts her head between her paws

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They've opened shops down on the west side

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Will all the cacti find a home?

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But the key to the city

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Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

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Oh oh

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It's a god-awful small affair

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Gm

To the girl with the mousy hair

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But her mummy is yelling no

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And her daddy has told her to go

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But her friend is nowhere to be seen

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Gm

Now she walks through her sunken dream

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To the seat with the clearest view

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Ab

And she's hooked to the silver screen

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Fm

But the film is a saddening bore

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For she's lived it ten times or more

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She could spit in the eyes of fools

Db7

As they ask her to focus on...

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Eb

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

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Oh man! Look at those cavemen go

Fm

Cm7

It's the freakiest show

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Take a look at the

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Eb

Lawman beating up the wrong guy

Gm7

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Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know

Fm

Cm7

He's in the best selling show

Ebm

Gm

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C7

Is there life on Mars?

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F#dim

Gm

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Am

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F

Fmaj7/e

Cm6/d#

It's on America's tortured brow

D7

Gm

That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow

Gm7/f

C7/e

Now the workers have struck for fame

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F

Because Lennon's on sale again

Fmaj7/e

Cm6/d#

See the mice in their million hordes

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Gm

From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads

Gm7/f

C7/e

Rule Britannia is out of bounds

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To my mother, my dog, and clowns

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But the film is a saddening bore

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Because I wrote it ten times or more

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It's about to be writ again

Db7

As I ask you to focus on...

Bb

Eb

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

Gm7

F#+

F

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go

Fm

Cm7

It's the freakiest show

Ebm7

Take a look at the

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Eb

Lawman beating up the wrong guy

Gm7

F#+

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Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know

Fm

Cm7

He's in the best selling show

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Is there life on Mars?

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Will you stay in our lovers' story?

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If you stay you won't be sorry

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'Cause we believe in you

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Soon you'll grow, so take a chance

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With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing

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

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

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G/b

I bought you a pair of shoes

D

G/b

A trumpet you can blow and a book of rules

D

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Oh what to say to people when they pick on you

A

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

Repeat verse 1

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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:

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Esus4

Will you stay in our lovers' story?

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Esus4

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If you stay you won't be sorry

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'Cause we believe in you

Bm

E

Bm

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Soon you'll grow, so take a chance

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E

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G

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With a couple of kooks, hung up on romancing

Repeat and fade

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I'm closer to the golden dawn

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Gsus4

G

Immersed in Crowley's uniform of imagery

C

I'm living in a silent film

C

G

Gsus4

G

Portraying Himmler's sacred realm of dream reality

Cm7

I'm frightened by the total goal

F

Drawing to the ragged hole

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Em7

C

And I ain't got the power anymore

C

G

Am7

No I ain't got the power anymore

Am7

A

D

I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes

D

A

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

D

I'm torn between the light and dark

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A

Where others see their target divine symmetry

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Should I kiss the viper's fang

G

Or herald loud the death of man

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Em7

D

I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts

D

A

And I ain't got the power anymore

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E7

F#m7

Don't believe in yourself

Cdim

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Don't deceive with belief

C#dim

Bm7

Knowledge comes with death's release

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Ah...

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I'm not a prophet or a stone age man

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

D

I'm tethered to the logic of homo sapien

D

A

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

F

If I don't explain what you ought to know

G

You can tell me all about it on the next Bardo

A

F#m7

Em7

D

I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts

D

A

And I ain't got the power anymore

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E7

F#m7

Don't believe in yourself

Cdim

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Don't deceive with belief

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Knowledge comes with death's release

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Ah...

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Fill your heart with love today

A

E

Don't play the game of time

E

Things that happen in the past

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D

E

F#m

Only happened in your mind, only in your mind

G#m

A

B

Oh-oh, forget your mind

E

E7

And you'll be free, yeah

A

E

E7

The writing's on the wall

E

E7

Free, yeah

G

D

E

F#m

And you can know it all if you choose

G#m

A

B

Just remember, lovers never lose

E

B

'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure

C#m

G#m

And of thoughts unkind

E

F#m

Gentleness clears the soul

G#m

A

B

Love cleans the mind and makes it

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Free...

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Free...

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Oh, happiness is happening

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Dragons have been bled

E

Gentleness is everywhere

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F#m

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

G#m

A

B

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 And you can know it all if you choose Just remember, lovers never lose 'Cause they are free of thoughts unpure And of thoughts unkind Gentleness clears the soul Love will clean your mind and makes you... Free... Free...

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

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Like to take a cement fix

A

Be a standing cinema

C

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Dress my friends up just for show

Am

Em

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

Em

A

C

Em

Andy Warhol looks a scream

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C

D

A

Hang him on my wall

Em

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C

Em

Andy Warhol, silver screen

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A

Can't tell them apart at all

Repeat intro riff

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

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Ah, hear this, Robert Zimmerman, I wrote this song for you

A

G#m

F#m

E

About a strange young man called Dylan with a voice like sand and glue

G#m

C#m7

B

A

Some words in truthful vengeance could pin us to the floor

F#m

G#m

A

B

Brought a few more people on and put the fear in a whole lot more

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D

A

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

A

E

The same old painted lady from the brow of the super-brain

F#m

G

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

A

E

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 the 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, here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady from the brow of the super-brain 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

Repeat 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

F#m

G#m

A

B

You're every nation's refugee, don't leave us with their sanity Oh, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady from the brow of the super-brain She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend

A

E

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

A

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

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A

Here she comes, here she comes

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(

A

) Here she comes

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

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

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

C

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C

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

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E

Am

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

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D

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

B

D

In her frock coat and bippity-boppity hat

B

C

G

F

C

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

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F

E

For she's a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains

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C

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

F

E

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

F

C

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

E

A

Why didn't I say, why didn't I say? No, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bippity-boppity hat Oh God, I could do better than that!

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And so the story goes they wore the clothes

D

Em

A

They said the things to make it seem improbable

D

Em

A7

The whale of a lie like they hope it was

D

And the good men tomorrow had their feet in the wallow

Em

And their heads of brawn were nicer shorn

A

D

And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust

Em

A

D

And the world was asleep to our latent fuss

Em

Sighing the swirl through the streets

A

Bm

Like the crust of the sun, the Bewlay Brothers

A

In our wings that bark

G

Flashing teeth of brass

F#

Standing tall in the dark

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G

Oh, and we were gone, hanging out with your dwarf men

Em

C

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Well I was stone and he was wax

D

Em

So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable

A

D

Em

A7

And we frightened the small children away

D

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

Em

And lo it was midnight back of the kitchen door

A

D

Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor

Em

A

D

And the solid book we wrote cannot be found today

Em

It was stalking time

A

Bm

For the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers

A

With our backs on the arch

G

In the devil may be here

F#

But he can't sing about that

F#sus4

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G

Oh and they were gone, real cool traders

Em

C

We were so turned on, you thought we were fakers |

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Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned

D

Em

The factor max that proved the fact is melted down

A

D

Em

A7

Woven on the edging of my pillow

D

Now my brother lays upon the rocks

D

Em

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

A7

D

D7

He's chameleon, comedian Corinthian and caricature

Em

A

D

Shooting up pie in the sky the Bewlay Brothers

Em

A

Bm

In the feeble and the bad the Bewlay Brothers

A

In the blessed and cold

G

F#

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

F#sus4

Em/a

G

Oh and we were gone, kings of oblivion

Em

C

We were so turned on, in the mind warp pavilion

Bm

C5

F

Bm

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

Bm

C5

F

Bm

Leave my shoes and door unlocked I might just slip away

F

Hey, just for the day Hey, please come away

David Bowie : Hunky Dory
1971

Changes

Oh! You Pretty Things

Eight Line Poem

Life On Mars?

Kooks

Quicksand

Fill Your Heart

Andy Warhol

Song For Bob Dylan

Queen Bitch

Bewlay Brothers

David Bowie : Hunky Dory 1971

Changes

Oh! You Pretty Things

Eight Line Poem

Life On Mars?

Kooks

Quicksand

Fill Your Heart

Andy Warhol

Song For Bob Dylan

Queen Bitch

Bewlay Brothers

David Bowie : Hunky Dory
1971