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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
David Bowie
David Bowie
Stimme und Gesang
Woody Woodmansey
Woody Woodmansey
Schlagzeug
Tony Visconti
Tony Visconti
E-Bassgitarre
Mick Ronson
Mick Ronson
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tony Visconti
Tony Visconti
Produzent:in
Gerald Chevin
Gerald Chevin
Ingenieur:in
Ken Scott
Ken Scott
Ingenieur:in
Ray Staff
Ray Staff
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Webber
John Webber
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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We met upon a hill The night was cool & still She sucked my dormant will Mother, she blew my brain I will go back again My God, she smy cold I had no time to spare I grabbed her golden hair And threw her to the ground Father, she caved my head Oh Lord, the things she said My God, she should be told I was very smart Broke the gentle hearts Of many young virgins I was quick on the ball left them so lonely They'd just give up trying Then she took my head Smashed it up Kept my young blood rising Crushed me mercilessly Kept me going around So she don't know I crave her so I'll give my love in vain To reach that peak again We met upon a hill Mother, she blew my brain I will go back again My God, she sme cold
Writer(s): David Bowie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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