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David Bowie
David Bowie
Stimme und Gesang
Paul Buckmaster
Paul Buckmaster
Cello
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter:in
Paul Buckmaster
Paul Buckmaster
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nigel Reeve
Nigel Reeve
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Barry Sheffield
Barry Sheffield
Ingenieur:in
Peter Mew
Peter Mew
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Gus Dudgeon
Gus Dudgeon
Produzent:in
Tris Penna
Tris Penna
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ken Scott
Ken Scott
Ingenieur:in
Ray Staff
Ray Staff
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Solemn faced, the village settles down
Undetected by the stars
And the hangman plays the mandolin
Before he goes to sleep
[Verse 2]
And the last thing on his mind
Is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned
'Neath the covered wooden shaft
Folds the rope into its bag
[Verse 3]
Blows his pipe of smolders
Blankets smoke into the room
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one
[Verse 4]
Staring through the message in his eyes
Lies a solitary son
From the mountain called the Freecloud
Where the eagle dare not fly
[Verse 5]
And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication
For the townsmen to decide
So the village dreadful yawns
[Verse 6]
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog
Oh, it's the madness in his eyes
As he breaks the night to cry
[Verse 7]
It's really me
Really you and really me
It's so hard for us to really be
Really you and really me
You'll lose me though I'm always really free
[Verse 8]
And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the wild-eyed boy from Freecloud
[Verse 9]
And the village dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise
For the smile stayed on the face
Of the wild-eyed boy from Freecloud
[Verse 10]
And the women once proud
Clutched the heart and the crowd
As the boulders smashed down
From the mountain's hand
[Verse 11]
When the magic in the stare
Of the wild-eyed boy said
"Stop, Freecloud"
"They won't think to cut me down"
"No, no, no"
[Verse 12]
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell
And the tears on the face
Of the wise boy
[Verse 13]
Came trembling down
To the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace love
Stumbled back to cry among the clouds
[Verse 14]
Kicking back the pebbles
From the Freecloud mountain track
Written by: David Bowie
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