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Peter Murphy

Bewlay Brothers (David Bowie RIP) (Live)

 

Bewlay Brothers (David Bowie RIP) (Live)


And so the story goes
They wore the clothes
They said the things
To make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like the hope it was

And the goodmen tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn
Were nicely shorn
And how they bought their positions
With saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep
To our latent fuss

Sighing they swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream
And still relax
Unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away

And our talk was old
And dust would flow
Thru our veins and lo!
It was midnight back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face
On the cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today

And it was stalking time
For the moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
And the Devil may be here
But he can't sing about that
Oh, And we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung
The ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow

Now my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not
He could be you
He's chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature

Shooting up pie-in-the-sky
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away

Just for the day, hey!
Please come away, hey!

Just for the day, hey!
Please come away, hey!

Please come away, hey!

Away
Away

Away

Away

Away

Away

Just for the day

Away
Away

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