Álbum David Bowie - Canciones
David Bowie
1969 | 
Sello | Philips
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Reseña
Dentro de la extensa discografía de David Bowie, su segundo álbum homónimo, a menudo confundido con su debut, representa el primer gran salto creativo del artista. En este trabajo, Bowie abandona el pop barroco de sus inicios para, en su lugar, abrazar un folk psicodélico y espacial. Por consiguiente, el disco se construye sobre guitarras acústicas, arreglos de melotrón y letras que exploran temas de alienación, el espacio exterior y la introspección. De hecho, el álbum contiene la icónica canción "Space Oddity", su primer gran éxito y la pieza que lo puso en el mapa.
Además de su famoso single, el disco incluye joyas como "Letter to Hermione" o la épica "Memory of a Free Festival". Por esta razón, aunque el resto del álbum no alcanzó la misma fama, es un trabajo fundamental que muestra el nacimiento del Bowie que conocemos. Por lo tanto, es el punto de partida de su exploración de personajes y narrativas complejas, un primer paso vacilante pero genial hacia el universo que desplegaría en los años setenta.
Listado de canciones del álbum David Bowie
- Uncle Arthur 2:07
- Sell Me A Coat 2:58
- Rubber Band - (version 2)
- Love You Till TuesdayVer letra 3:09
[X]letra de Love You Till Tuesday
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you'll walk through your door I'll wave my flag and shout
Oh, beautiful baby
My burning desire started on Sunday
Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da da da dum [x4]
Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch
Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance
If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool
Oh, beatiful baby
I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday
My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da da da dum [x7]
Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea
Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me
I shall always watch you until my love runs dry
Oh, beautiful baby
My heart's a flame, I'll love you till Tuesday
My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday [x2]
Da da da dum [x11]
Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday - There Is A Happy Land 3:11
- We Are Hungry Men 2:58
- When I Live My Dream - (version 1)
- Little Bombardier 3:24
- Silly Boy Blue 3:48
- Come And Buy My ToysVer letra 2:07
[X]letra de Come And Buy My Toys
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red
Rich men's children running past
Their fathers dressed in hose
Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes
Gazing eyes and running wild
Past the stocks and over stiles
Kiss the window merry child
But come and buy my toys
You've watched your father plough the field with a ram's horn
Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threshed it with a quill
The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest will
Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys
Leave the parsley on the stalls
Come and buy my toys
You shall own a cambric shirt
You shall work your father's land
But now you shall play in the market square
Till you'll be a man
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red - Join The GangVer letra 2:17
[X]letra de Join The Gang
Let me introduce you to the gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he's an existentialist
Once he had a name, now he plays our game
You won't feel so good now that you've joined the gang
Molly is the model in the ads
Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong
Cause she can't switch off, now that she's joined the gang
Arthur is a singer with a band
Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage
Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid
They want to see the croaking man who joined the band
You won't be alone, we've all got beery grins
It's a big illusion but at least you're in
At least you're in
This club's called The Webb, it's this month's pick
Next month we shall find a place where prices aren't so stiff
15 bob a coke, 'fraid that's past a joke
This is how to spend now that you've joined a gang
This is what to do now that you're here
Sit round doing nothing all together very fast
Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars
They're picking up the joints now that they've joined the gang - She's Got Medals 2:23
- Maid Of Bond StreetVer letra 1:43
[X]letra de Maid Of Bond Street
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the picture of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of bond street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News
But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl
Everything she wants is hers
But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy
Jealousy
He doesn't have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of bond street drive round in chauffered cars
Maids of Bond street picture clothes, eyes of star
Maids of Bond street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond street shouldn't have love affairs - Please Mr. Gravedigger - (version 2)
2 Comentarios de los usuarios
- Roxana Nohelia: Excelente artista,la verdad no hay palabras para conmemorar al fabuloso David Bowie,tengo 18 de edad,amo su musica ,lastima que no naci en los tiempos que el iniciaba pero en la actualidad el sigue cantando como los grandes por que lo es...I love you DAVID BOWIE..
- Orne: Este disco es uno de los mejores, la verdad estoy enamorada de la voz de David, cada cancion suya es hermosa!!!!
Dentro de la extensa discografía de David Bowie, su segundo álbum homónimo, a menudo confundido con su debut, representa el primer gran salto creativo del artista. En este trabajo, Bowie abandona el pop barroco de sus inicios para, en su lugar, abrazar un folk psicodélico y espacial. Por consiguiente, el disco se construye sobre guitarras acústicas, arreglos de melotrón y letras que exploran temas de alienación, el espacio exterior y la introspección. De hecho, el álbum contiene la icónica canción "Space Oddity", su primer gran éxito y la pieza que lo puso en el mapa.
Además de su famoso single, el disco incluye joyas como "Letter to Hermione" o la épica "Memory of a Free Festival". Por esta razón, aunque el resto del álbum no alcanzó la misma fama, es un trabajo fundamental que muestra el nacimiento del Bowie que conocemos. Por lo tanto, es el punto de partida de su exploración de personajes y narrativas complejas, un primer paso vacilante pero genial hacia el universo que desplegaría en los años setenta.
[X]
Just look through your window, look who sits outsideletra de Love You Till Tuesday
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you'll walk through your door I'll wave my flag and shout
Oh, beautiful baby
My burning desire started on Sunday
Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da da da dum [x4]
Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch
Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance
If you lie beneath my shade, I'll keep you nice and cool
Oh, beatiful baby
I was very lonely till I met you on Sunday
My passion's never-ending and I'll love you till Tuesday
Da da da dum [x7]
Let the wind blow through your hair, be nice to the big blue sea
Don't be afraid of the man in the moon, because it's only me
I shall always watch you until my love runs dry
Oh, beautiful baby
My heart's a flame, I'll love you till Tuesday
My head's in a whirl and I'll love you till Tuesday
Love, love, love, love you till Tuesday [x2]
Da da da dum [x11]
Well, I might stretch it till Wednesday
[X]
Smiling girls and rosy boysletra de Come And Buy My Toys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red
Rich men's children running past
Their fathers dressed in hose
Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes
Gazing eyes and running wild
Past the stocks and over stiles
Kiss the window merry child
But come and buy my toys
You've watched your father plough the field with a ram's horn
Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threshed it with a quill
The miller told your father that he'd work it with the greatest will
Now your watching's over you must play with girls and boys
Leave the parsley on the stalls
Come and buy my toys
You shall own a cambric shirt
You shall work your father's land
But now you shall play in the market square
Till you'll be a man
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red
[X]
Let me introduce you to the gangletra de Join The Gang
Johnny plays the sitar, he's an existentialist
Once he had a name, now he plays our game
You won't feel so good now that you've joined the gang
Molly is the model in the ads
Crazy clothes and acid full of soul and crazy hip
Someone switched her on, then her beam went wrong
Cause she can't switch off, now that she's joined the gang
Arthur is a singer with a band
Arthur drinks two bottles just before he goes on stage
Look at Arthur rave, all the kids are paid
They want to see the croaking man who joined the band
You won't be alone, we've all got beery grins
It's a big illusion but at least you're in
At least you're in
This club's called The Webb, it's this month's pick
Next month we shall find a place where prices aren't so stiff
15 bob a coke, 'fraid that's past a joke
This is how to spend now that you've joined a gang
This is what to do now that you're here
Sit round doing nothing all together very fast
Psychedelic stars, throwing down cigars
They're picking up the joints now that they've joined the gang
[X]
This girl is made of lipstickletra de Maid Of Bond Street
Powder and paint
Sees the picture of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of bond street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus
Buys the Daily News
But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy she once knew
Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl
Everything she wants is hers
But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy
Jealousy
He doesn't have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of bond street drive round in chauffered cars
Maids of Bond street picture clothes, eyes of star
Maids of Bond street shouldn't have worldly cares
Maids of Bond street shouldn't have love affairs
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