1.Ragazzo Solo, Ragazza Sola
Lyrics：Mogol
Music：David Bowie
La mia mente ha preso il volo
Un pensiero, uno solo
Io cammino mentre dorme la citta'
I suoi occhi nella notte
Fanali bianchi nella notte
Una voce che mi parla chi sara'？
Dimmi ragazzo solo dove vai,
Perche' tanto dolore？
Hai perduto senza dubbio un grande amore
Ma di amori e' tutta piena la citta',
No ragazza sola, no no no
Stavolta sei in errore
Non ho perso solamente un grande amore
Ieri sera ho perso tutto con lei.
Ma lei
I colori della vita
Dei cieli blu
Una come lei non la trovero' mai piu'
Ora ragazzo solo dove andrai
La notte e' un grande mare
Se ti serve la mia mano per nuotare
Grazie ma stasera io vorrei morire
Perche' sai negli occhi miei
C'e' un angelo, un angelo
Che ormai non vola piu' che ormai non vola piu'
Che ormai non vola piu'
C'e' lei
I colori della vita
Dei cieli blu
Una come lei non la trovero' mai piu'
2.Round And Round
Lyrics：Chuck Berry
Music：Chuck Berry
Well, the joint was rocking
CHORUS
Going round 'n' round
Yeah, reeling and a-rocking
What a crazy sound
Well, they never stopped rocking
'Til the moon went down
Well it sounded so sweet
I had to take me a chance
I rose out of my seat
And had to dance
I started moving my feet
And clapping my hands
Yeah, we kept on rocking
CHORUS
About twelve o'clock
When the place was packed
The front doors were locked
I said the place was packed
When the police knocked
Those doors flew back
But kept on rocking
CHORUS
Yeah
About twelve o'clock
Around lock up time
Well, the doors were locked
Said the place was packed
When the police knocked
Those doors flew back
But it kept on rocking
CHORUS
Yeah, it kept on rocking
CHORUS
3.Amsterdam
Lyrics：Jacques Brel
Music：Jacques Brel
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
'Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side'
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
4.Holy Holy
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
Listen baby, let me lie low, lie low with you
To be lie-high-high-high
High-high lie-low lie
Slowly, it's good and holy
Helping one another, just a righteous brother
Lifetime, give me back my lifetime
I don't want to be an angel, just a little bit evil
Feel the devil in me
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But just let me be
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But let go of me
Listen baby, let me lie low, lie low with you
To be a lie-high-high-high
High-high my oh my
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But just let me be
Holy, holy
Hold on to anyone, hold on to anyone
But let go of me
5.Panic In Detroit(Live Version)
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
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 I 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
6.Young Americans(Single Version)
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
They pulled in just behind the bridge
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, but
CHORUS (SHE)
All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries 'Where have all Papa's heroes gone？'
CHORUS (SHE)
All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
'We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more？'
CHORUS (HE)
All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
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 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
CHORUS (YOU)
All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want 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 a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you 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？
CHORUS (I) (repeat 3 times ad lib)
All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American
7.Velvet Goldmine
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
You got crazy legs, you got amazin' head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair's hot red
You got the width of my tongue name on the sun
I clutch you close to my breast
Cause you're the only one, who uses school to pleasure
You make me act real gone, you make me troll along
I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry
Feel the teeth in your bones, heal ya head with my own
Why if I don't have you whole, is that your final love？
Here all together
CHORUS
Velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet goldmine, naked on your chain
I'll be your king volcano right for you again and again
My velvet goldmine
You're my taste, my trip, I'll be your master zip
I'll chop your hair off for kicks, you'll make me jump to my
feet
So you'll give me your hand, give me your sound
Let my sea wash your face, I'm falling, I can't stand
Oooh! Clutch your makeup!
CHORUS
Oh
Shoot you down, bang bang
CHORUS
(hum) Velvet Goldmine (repeat)
8.Heroes／ Helden
Lyrics：A.Maass
Music：Davud Bowie／Brian Eno
I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing will
Drive them away
We can beat them
Just for one day
We can be heroes
Just for one day
And you
You can be mean
And I
I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers
And that is a fact
Yes we're lovers
And that is that
Though nothing
Will keep us together
We could steal time
Just for one day
We can be heroes
For ever and ever
What d'you say
Du
Koenntest Du schwimmen
Wie Delphine
Delphine es tun
Niemand gibt uns eine Chance
Doch wir koennen siegen
Fuer immer und immer
Und wir sind dann Helden
Fuer einen tag
Ich
Ich bin dann Koenig
Und Du
Du Koenigin
Auch wenn sie
Unschlagbar scheinen
Werden wir Helden
Fuer einen Tag
Wir sind dann wir
An diesem Tag
Ich
Ich glaub' das zu traeumen
die Mauer
Im Ruecken war kalt
Schuesse peitschen die Luft
Doch wir kuessen
Als ob nichts geschieht
Und die Scham fiel auf ihre Seite
Oh, wir koennen sie schlagen
Fuer alle Zeiten
Dann sind wir Helden
Nur diesen Tag
Dann sind wir Helden
Dann sind wir Helden
Dann sind wir Helden
Nur diesen Tag
Dann sind wir Helden
We're nothing
And nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying
Then you better not stay
But we could be safer
Just for one day
9.John I'm Only Dancing Again(Single Version)
Lyrics：David Bowie
Music：David Bowie
(Dancing) I'm having so much love
(Dancing) Too bad my back had gone
(Dancing) Boogie down with daddy now
I'd give my house in the country
If you slept, it's so funky
(Music) I'm dancing in the street
(Oooh, music) I've torn my shoes from my feet
(Romancing) It's got me dirty and sweet
It's got you reeling and rocking
Won't you let me slam my thing in
(Falling) I think it's all I can do
(Falling) Just got me feeling it too
(Ooh, falling) Give a little, take a little, give a little back
Jumping John, the great goose has gone
Got a lion on my hand, a Charlie on my back
(John) I'm only dancing
(She turns me on) I'm only dancing
(She turns me on) Ooh, but she moves me
(Don't get me wrong) I-I-I-I-I
(I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh)
(I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh)
(Dancing) Have you heard the news？
(Dancing) President has got the blues
(Dancing) I tell you confidently
If he gives it to you, he'd better take it from me
(Sad sad) I'll pick up your bones
(Sad sad) Leave the numbers alone
(Sad sad) Get off your telephone
Looking people in the eye, tell them 'my, oh, my'
Let your backbone slide while you whistle and cry
(John)
(She turns me on)
(She turns me on) love, love, love, we get
(Don't get me wrong) hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh
(John) I-I-I-I'm only dancing
(She turns me on)
I-I-I'm only dancing
(She turns me on) I've lost my feet
(Don't get me wrong) I'm off on my way
(I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh) Please dance with me
(I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh) Please dance with me
(I'm only dancing, ooh-ooh)
(Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo)
(Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo)
(Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo)
(Dancing) I'm only
(Dancing) I'm only
(Dancing) I'm only
(Woo, woo, woo)
(Dancing) I'm only
(Dancing) I'm only
(Dancing) I'm only
(Woo, woo, woo)
Can't sing nor hear
I've lost my fear
Cha-Charlie, a dance on
(Woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo)
He-he-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, 'cause
(Woo, woo, woo)
You got white light
You got black light
I've got white light
Lay a dance on (woo, woo, woo)
I'm only
I'm only
I'm only
(Woo, woo, woo)
I've got
I've got
(Woo, woo, woo)
(Woo, woo, woo)
(Dancing) Hey
(Dancing) Hey
(Dancing) Hey
(Woo, woo, woo)
Take a dance on me (Dancing)
Lay a dance on me (Dancing)
Lay a dance on me (Dancing)
Hey (Woo, woo, woo)
(Dancing, dancing, dancing, woo, woo, woo)
Gotta give it up (Dancing)
Gotta give it up (Dancing)
Gotta give it up (Dancing)
(Woo, woo, woo)
He-hey (Dancing)
He-hey (Dancing)
(Dancing)
(Woo, woo, woo)
Liking it fine
Making it mine
Liking it fine
Making it mine
Liking it fine
Making it
(I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm)
(I'm only dancing, dancing, I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm)
(I'm only dancing, dancing, I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm)
(I'm only dancing, dancing, I'm only dancing, mmm-hmm)
(I'm only dancing, hey I'm dancing, hey! I'm dancing, mmm-hmm)
Yes I am (I'm only dancing, hey I'm dancing, hey, dancing,
mmm-hmm)
Ooh (I'm only dancing, ooh, I'm only dancing, I'm only dancing,
mmm-hmm)
10.Alabama Song
Lyrics：Kurt Weill／Bert Brecht
Music：Kurt Weill／Bert Brecht
VERSE (＊whiskey＊)
Oh, show ＊me／us／us＊ the way to the next ＊whiskey＊ bar
Oh, don't ask why
＊No／Oh／No＊, don't ask why
For we must find ＊the／our／the＊ next ＊whiskey＊ bar
Or if we don't find ＊the／our／the＊ next ＊whiskey＊ bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die
CHORUS (＊whiskey＊)
Oh, Moon of Alabama,
it's time to say good-bye
We've lost our good ol' mama,
and must have ＊whiskey＊, oh, you know why
CHORUS (＊whiskey＊)
VERSE (＊little dollar＊)
CHORUS (＊dollar＊)
CHORUS (＊dollar＊)
VERSE (＊little girl＊)
CHORUS (＊little girl＊)
Oh, Moon of Alabama
it's time to say auf Wiedersehen
We've lost our good ol' mama
and must have little girl, oh, you know why
You know why
You know why
11.Crystal Japan
Writer(s)：David Bowie
Instrumental
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