Cygnet Committee
(Bowie)
David Bowie: Vocals, Guitar, Stylophone
Rick Wakeman: Keyboards
Terry Cox: Drums
Tim Renwick: Guitar
Keith Christmas: Guitar
I bless you madly
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of you I need to rest,
Because it's you that sets the test.
So much has gone and little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear,
The Thinker sits alone growing older
And so bitter.
"I gave Them life,
I gave Them all.
They drained my very soul...dry.
I crushed my heart to ease Their pains
No thought for me remains there.
Nothing can They spare.
What of me?
Who praised Their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy.
I opened doors that would have blocked
Their way.
I braved Their cause to guide, for little pay.
I ravaged at my finance just for Those,
Those whose claims were steeped in
peace, tranquility.
Those who said a new world, new ways
ever free.
Those whose promises stretched in hope
and grace for me."
I bless you madly,
Sadly as I tie my shoes.
I love you badly,
Just in time, at times, I guess.
Because of You I need to rest, oh yea,
Because it's You that sets the test.
So much has gone and little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me,
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and
God is just a word.
"We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had.
Not of the best of men, but Ours.
We used him.
We let him use his powers.
We let him fill Our needs.
Now We are strong.
And the road is coming to its end.
Now the damned have no time to make
amends.
No purse of token fortune stands in Our
way.
The silent guns of love will blast the sky.
We broke the ruptured structure built of
age.
Our weapons were the tongues of crying
rage.
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers,
Sons of dirt.
Infiltrated business cesspools,
Hating through Our sleeves,
Yea, and We slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor on slogans such as
'Wish You Could Hear,'
'Love Is All We Need,'
'Kick Out The Jams,'
'Kick Out Your Mother,'
'Cut Up Your Friend,'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In
the End,'
And We Know the Flag of Love is from
Above.
And We Can Force You to Be Free.
And We Can Force You to Believe."
And I close my eyes and tighten up my
brain,
For I once read a book in which the lovers
were slain,
For they knew not the words of the Free
States' refrain,
It said:
"I believe in the Power of Good.
I Believe in the State of Love.
I Will Fight For the Right to be Right.
I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the
Right to be Right."
And I open my eyes to look around,
And I see a child laid slain on the ground.
As a love machine lumbers through
desolation rows,
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to
its command.
But not hearing anymore -
Not hearing anymore,
Just the shrieks from the old rich.
And I Want to Believe
In the madness that calls 'Now',
And I want to Believe
That a light's shining through
Somehow.
And I Want to Believe
And You Want to Believe
And We Want to Believe
And We Want to Live
Oh, We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
We Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
I Want to Live
Live
Live
Live
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