Unplugged In New York Lyrics - 1994
(by the vaselines)
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are not made like me
Don't expect me to cry,
For wrong reasons, you have to die
Don't ever ask it out of me.
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die, for me.
--the man who sold the world
(by david bowie)
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although i wasn't there, he said i was his friend
Which came as some surprise i spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook hishand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years i roamed
I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world
