David Bowie - Hours
NME.COM feature on David Bowie - Hours album including album review, artwork, tracks, listen now, tour dates, discography and more.
One wonders just what [a]David Bowie[/a] expects to find on the Internet...
One wonders just what David Bowie expects to find on the Internet. www.GucciPourHomme.com? www.burroughsianlyriculike.com? or possibly www.rentacredpopstarmate.co.uk? Or perhaps the great man is convinced that there is some great secret residing deep within cyberspace which will eventually provide the elixir of creative rebirth. Hence this record will be available on the Internet a week...
- Oct 8, 1999
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- Thursday's Child
- Something In The Air
- If I'm Dreaming My Life
- What's Really Happening?
- The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell
- New Angels Of Promise
- Brilliant Adventure
- The Dreamers
- Something In The Air (American Psycho Remix)
- Survive (Marius DeVries UK CD Single)
- Seven (Demo)
- The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell (Stigmata Film Version)
- We All Go Through (Thursday's Child UK CD Single)
- The Pretty Thins Are Going To
Rather than reinventing Bowie, it absorbs his past and moves it on, hungry for more
- Mar 4, 2013
Downbeat lead track from 'The Next Day', his first album in 10 years
- Jan 8, 2013
Live Santa Monica ’72
- Jul 1, 2008
Chris Hadfield floats in zero gravity as he performs Bowie classic
Former Archbishop of Canterbury Lord Carey calls video 'juvenile'
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All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Your coat and hat are gone
I really can't look at your little empty shelf
A ragged teddy bear
It feels like we never had a chance
Oh my, naked eyes
I should have kept you
I should have tried
I should have been more wiser
Was she never there?
Was she ever?
Was it air she breathed?
At the wrong time
I forgot what my father said
I forgot what he said
I forgot what my mother said
As we laid on your bed
Grown inside a plastic box
Micro thoughts and safety locks
Hearts become outdated clocks
Tickin' in your mind
What to wear, what to say
What to do on a sunny day
Who to phone, who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night?
New Angels of promise
(Do do do do)
(Do do do do)
Black eyed ravens
They spiral down
And they tilt his head back
Till flame filled the sunset