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David Bowie
David Bowie
Stimme und Gesang
Stan Harrison
Stan Harrison
Altsaxofon
Carlos Alomar
Carlos Alomar
Gitarre
Diva Gray
Diva Gray
Begleitgesang
Erdal Kizilcay
Erdal Kizilcay
Tasteninstrumente
Gordon Grodie
Gordon Grodie
Begleitgesang
Loni Groves
Loni Groves
Begleitgesang
Robin Clark
Robin Clark
Begleitgesang
Steve Elson
Steve Elson
Baritonsaxofon
Carmine Rojas
Carmine Rojas
Bass
Earl Gardner
Earl Gardner
Trompete
Peter Frampton
Peter Frampton
Gitarre
Crusher Bennett
Crusher Bennett
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Lenny Pickett
Lenny Pickett
Tenorsaxofon
Laurie Frink
Laurie Frink
Trompete
Erroll Bennett
Erroll Bennett
Percussion/Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Bowie
David Bowie
Produzent:in
Malcolm Pollack
Malcolm Pollack
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
David Richards
David Richards
Mischtechniker:in
Andre Gauchat
Andre Gauchat
Ingenieurassistent:in
Jon Goldberger
Jon Goldberger
Ingenieurassistent:in
Justin Shirley-Smith
Justin Shirley-Smith
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ray Staff
Ray Staff
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mischtechniker:in

Paroles

Photograph king, watches you go Now fashions may change, heaven knows, but you still leave a stain on me Only to go colours may fade The seasons may change, weather blows, but you still leave a mark on me Wrong-negative fades-never the twain, reckless and tame I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look thru your things I'd like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear I'd like to beat on your drum I beat it I beat I beat it I feel it Disco brat-follow the pack Watching you peel, heaven knows, prison can't hold all this greedy intention Only to go-I picture you now Music may change-hi-di-ho keen to follow your nose Wrong-love out of tune Sweet is the night, bright light destroys me I like the beat of your drum I like to look in your eyes I like to look thru your things I'd like to beat on your drum I like the smell of your flesh I like the dirt that you dish I like the clothes that you wear I'd like to beat on your drum I beat it I beat Can't beat it I feel it I like to beat on your drum I like to beat on your drum I like your face in the crowd I like to beat on your drum I beat it I beat Can't beat it I feel it Can't beat it I feel it Ho beat it I beat it Oh yeah I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to yell it out loud I'd like to beat on your drum Can't beat it can't beat it I feel it I feel it I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like your face in the crowd I'd like to beat on your drum Yeah yeah yeah Can't beat it Can't beat it I be there Baet it all out Beat it all in the crowd Beat it beat it beat it beat it I feel it I feel it I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to beat on your drum I'd like to blow your horne I'd like to beat on your drum Yeah yeah yeah Ahhhhhh
Writer(s): David Bowie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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