Álbum The Man Who Sold The World de David Bowie - Canciones

The Man Who Sold The World

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"The Man Who Sold The World" es el tercer álbum de David Bowie publicado inicialmente en Estados Unidos en 1970, para hacer lo propio en Reino Unido en 1971, para el que Bowie contó con la producción de Tony Visconti. Está considerado como el primero realmente de estilo Bowie en el que se mezclan los estilos hard rock y heavy metal.

Oficialmente fue escrito por Bowie, aunque en la fase creativa participaron también Mick Ronson y Tony Visconti, quien además asumió el rol de productor. El grupo se reunía en la casa de Bowie en Haddon Hall, una mansión en cuyo sótano ensayaban las nuevas composiciones. A ellos se solía unir Angie, la reciente esposa de Bowie, de la que el artista no se separaba, delegando gran parte del trabajo de los arreglos en Ronson y Visconti.

De este trabajo de David Bowie se publicó un sencillo promocional, "All the Madmen", lanzado en un primer momento en Estados Unidos y que contaba con el tema "Janine" de su anterior álbum como lado B.

En general, "The Man Who Sold The World" tuvo mejor acogida en Estados Unidos que en Reino Unido, siendo calificado como un trabajo excelente de Bowie por la prensa especializada.

Los temas contenían referencias a la esquizofrenia, la paranoia y la ilusión. Para promocionar el álbum, la discográfica Mercury Records preparó a inicios de 1971 un tour por Estados Unidos, con infinidad de entrevistas en radios y medios escritos.

Listado de canciones del álbum The Man Who Sold The World

  1. The Width Of A Circle 8:07
  2. All The MadmenVer letra 5:38

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    letra de All The Madmen

    Day after day
    They send my friends away
    To mansions cold and grey
    To the far side of town
    Where the thin men stalk the streets
    While the sane stay underground

    Day after day
    They tell me I can go
    They tell me I can blow
    To the far side of town
    Where it's pointless to be high
    'Cause it's such a long way down
    So I tell them that
    I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm

    I will do me harm
    Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
    I'm not quite right at all... Am I?

    Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
    Just my librium and me
    And my E. S. T. Makes three

    'Cause I'd rather stay here
    With all the madmen
    Than perish with the sadmen roaming free

    And I'd rather play here
    With all the madmen
    For I'm quite content they're all as sane as me

    (Where can the horizon lie
    When a nation hides
    Its organic minds in a cellar... Dark and grim
    They must be very dim)

    Day after day
    They take some brain away
    Then turn my face around
    To the far side of town
    And tell me that it's real
    Then ask me how I feel

    Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
    I'm not quite right at all
    Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
    My libido's split on me
    Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy

    'Cause I'd rather stay here
    With all the madmen
    Than perish with the sadmen
    Roaming free And I'd rather play here
    With all the madmen
    For I'm quite content
    They're all as sane as me
    Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le Chien [rpt]

  3. Black Country RockVer letra 3:33

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    letra de Black Country Rock

    Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on
    Black Country Rock

    You never know, you might find it here on
    Black Country Rock

    Some say the view is crazy
    But you may adopt another point of view
    So if it's much too hazy
    You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu

  4. After AllVer letra 3:52

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    letra de After All

    Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo

    There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo

    We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
    From paradise
    But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
    Won't someone invite them
    They're just taller children, that's all, after all

    Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
    So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
    Some people are marching together and some on their own
    Quite alone
    Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
    But some sit in silence, they're just older children
    That's all, after all

    I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words
    I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
    But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children At all, after all
    Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
    Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo

    After all, after all

  5. Running Gun Blues 3:12
  6. Saviour Machine 4:27
  7. She Shook Me Cold 4:13
  8. The Man Who Sold The World 3:58
  9. The Supermen 3:39

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