David Bowie The 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 goodmen 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

And we were Gone

Hanging out with your Dwarf Men

We were so turned on

By your lack of conclusions

 

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

Thru our veins and Lo! It was midnight

Back o' the kitchen door

Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor

And the solid book we wrote

Cannot be found today

And it was Stalking time for the Moonboys

The Bewlay Brothers

With our backs on the arch

In the Devil-may-be-here

But He can't sing about that

And we 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

And 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 Camelian, 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

And we were Gone

Kings of Oblivion

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

Just for the Day, Hey!

Please come Away, Hey! [repeat ad inf.]