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Geeky Lyric Stuff

Okay, so I've been doing some research. I've known and loved David Bowie's Young Americans since its 1975 release. I was fourteen. I couldn't for the life of me understand most of the lyrics, and as I never bought the album, I wouldn't have known what they were, even had the album possessed a lyric sheet. I still have no idea whether or not a lyric sheet exists. Bowie people, enlighten me.

Fast forward twenty-eight years. Enter the computer age. Enter Google. I'm forty-two and bored. Young Americans, which I still love, comes on my playlist. I say, "saaay, maybe I should finally find out what the dang words are. So I go a'searchin'. I find out that the words I thought I knew weren't the words at all *heel-of-hand-to-head*, consarnit.

What I thought was "he (somethings) as he passes, avoiding my sting" is really "he coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang". What I thought was "Do you remember the bills you have to pay for even gas today?" (hey, this was in the middle of the energy crisis, man) is actually "...the bills you have to pay, or even yesterday?" What I thought was, "blushing at all the apple-stealers" was "blushing at all the Afro-sheeners". What I thought was, "Ain't there a pen that will write before paytime" is "...write before they die."

However, the opening lyric is "they pulled in just behind the bridge, he laid her down" not "they pulled in behind the fridge..." Come ON, people. And despite the assertion that it's "ain't there a child I can hold without touching", from repeated (and I DO mean repeated, I'm that geeky) listening, I know that it's ..."lift without touching".

Thus ends my research. Yeah, you care. But gah. "Behind the fridge?" *rolls eyes*

And yeah.

Have been the un-American?
Just you and your idol sing falsetto
'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you
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