På den här sidan ska jag försöka hinna lägga upp texterna på mina absoluta favoritlåtar... de jag hunnit med hittils är: All The Madmen: för att den kunde beskrivit mig, känslan i låten är JAG helt enkelt! Black no. 1: Som Jag skulle vilja vara... Queen Bitch: Ännu en känsla som dykt upp alltför ofta.
_All The Madmen_ (David Bowie) 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) _Black no. 1_ (Type O Neagtive) She's in love with herself She likes the dark On her milk white neck The Devil's mark It's all Hallows Eve The moon is full Will she trick or treat I bet she will She's got date at midnight With Nosferatu Oh baby, Lilly Munster Ain't got nothing on you Well when I called her evil She just laughed And cast that spell on me Boo Bitch Craft Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing Dye em black Black no. 1 Little wolf skin boots And clove cigarettes An erotic funeral For witch she's dressed Her perfume smells like Burning leaves Everyday is Halloween Loving you was like loving the dead _Queen Bitch_ (David bowie) I'm up on the eleventh floor And I'm watching the cruisers below He's down on the street And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo Oh, my heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low 'Cause she's hoping to score So I can't see her letting him go Walk out of her heart Walk out of her mind She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that She's an old-time ambassador Of sweet talking, night walking games And she's known in the darkest clubs For pushing ahead of the dames If she says she can do it Then she can do it, she don't make false claims But she's a Queen, and such are queens That your laughter is sucked in their brains Now she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down Yes she's leading him on And she'll lay him right down But it could have been me Yes, it could have been me Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that So I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall Oh the cot is so cold It don't feel like no bed at all Yeah I lay down a while And I look at my hotel wall But he's down on the street So I throw both his bags down the hall And I'm phoning a cab 'Cause my stomach feels small There's a taste in my mouth And it's no taste at all It could have been me Oh yeah, it could have been me Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that