The Width Of A Circle
(Bowie)
Produced by Tony Visconti
David Bowie: vocals, guitar
Mick Ronson: guitar
Tony Visconti: bass
Mick Woodmansey: drums
Ralph Mace: synthesizer
In a corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and
last
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow
And the rumour spread that I was ageing
fast
Then I ran across a monster who was
sleeping
By a tree.
And I looked and frowned
and the monster was me
Well, I said hello and I said hello
And I asked "Why not?"
and I replied "I don't know"
So we asked a simple black bird,
who was happy as can be
And he laughed insane
and quipped "KAHLIL GIBRAN"
So I cried for all the others
till the day was nearly through
For I realized that God's a young man too
So I said "So long"
and I waved "Bye-bye"
Smashed my soul and traded my mind
Got laid by a young bordello
I was vaguely half asleep
For which my reputation swept back home
in a drag
And the moral of this magic spell
Negotiates my hide
When God did take my logic for a ride
He swallowed his pride and puckered his
lips
And showed me the leather belt round his
hips
My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame
He said "You'll never go down to the Gods
again"
(Turn around,go back!)
He struck the ground a cavern appeared
And I smelt the burning pit of fear
We crashed a thousand yards below
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around,go back!)
His nebulous body swayed above
His tongue swollen with devil's love
The snake and I, a venom high
I said "Do it again, do it again"
(Turn around, go back!)
Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply
And I was seething, breathing deeply
A spitting sentry, horned and tailed
Waiting for you.
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