1. OUTSIDE

the Nathan Adler Diaries; a non-linear Gothic Drama hyper-cycle

 


THE OUTSIDE LYRICS


 

LEON TAKES US OUTSIDE

 

Valentines Day, 25, June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 20, 15, Martin Luther King Day, June 18th, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Nicholas, August, Wednesday, 13th, Sunday, 5th, March, October, January, October 13th, Wednesday, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1, late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16, August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June.

 


OUTSIDE

Prologue

Now. Not tomorrow
Yesterday
Not tomorrow
It happens today
The damage today
They fall on today
They beat on the outside
And I'll stand by you
Now. Not tomorrow
It's happening now
Not tomorrow
It's happening now
The crazed in the hot-zone
The mental and divas hands
The fisting of live
The music outside
It happens outside
The music is outside
It's happening outside
The music is outside
It's happening, now
Not tomorrow
Yesterday
Not tomorrow
It's happening now
I want you now
I want you today
I need you now
The music is outside
It's happening outside
The music is outside
The music is outside
Outside
Outside
Outside

 


THE HEARTS FILTHY LESSON

To be sung by Detective Nathan Adler

Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
There's always the diamond friendly
Sitting in the Laugh Hotel
The hearts filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell

Oh, Ramona, if there was only something between us
If there was only something between us
Other than our clothes
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Paddy
Paddy, who's been wearing Miranda's clothes?

It's the hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
It's the hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Falls upon dead years
Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future
Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future
And these cerulean skies
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Paddy, Paddy?
Paddy will you carry me, I think I've lost my way
I'm already five years older I'm already in my grave
I'm already
I'm already
I'm already
Will you carry me?
Oh Paddy, I think I've lost my way
Paddy - What a fantastic death abyss
Paddy - What a fantastic death abyss
Paddy - Tell the others


 

A SMALL PLOT OF LAND

 

To be sung by the habitants of Oxford Town

 

Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The Barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
He's less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer can't
Travel so far these days
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul

 


 

segue - BABY GRACE BLUE ( a horrid cassette)

 

Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And and I was...hm...
It was that phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking bit too fast like a brain hatch
And ah they won't let me see anybody
If I want to sometimes and I ask I can hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks. (Sneeze)
See I've been watching a television of um... in the homelands
That's the new homelands and um that's all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And I think something is going to be horrid...

 


HALLO SPACEBOY

 

To be sung by Paddy

 

Spaceboy, you're sleepy now
Your silhouette is so stationary
You're released but your custody calls
And I want to be free
Don't you want to be free
Do you like girls or boys
It's confusing these days
But Moondust will cover you
Cover you
This chaos is killing me
Bye Bye love
This chaos is killing me

 


THE MOTEL

 

To be sung by Leon Blank

 

Well, we're living in a safety zone
Don't be holding back from me
We're living from hour to hour down here
And we'll take it when we can

It's a kind of living which recognizes
The death of the odourless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow
It's not Eden but it's no sham

There is no hell
There is no shame
There is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell
And it's lights up, boys
Lights up, boys
Explosion falls upon deaf ears
While we're swimming in a sea of sham
Living in the shadow of vanity
A complex fashion for a simple man
And there is no hell
And there is no shame
And there is no hell
Like an old hell
There is no hell

And silence flies on its brief flight
A razor sharp crap shoot affair
And we light up our lives
And there's no more than

Me exploding you
Me exploding you
Like everybody do
Me exploding you

I don't know what to use
Makes a body blue
Me exploding
Me exploding you

 


 

I HAVE NOT BEEN TO OXFORD TOWN

 

To be sung by Leon Blank

 

Baby Grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age
And the wheels are turning, turning
For the finger points at me
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
And the prison priests are decent
My attorney seems sincere
I fear my days are numbered
Lord get me out of here
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
This is your shadow on my wall
This is my flesh and blood
This is what I could've been
And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies
If I had not ripped the fabric
If time had not stood still
If I had not met Ramona
If I'd only paid my bill
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been
Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

 


 

NO CONTROL

 

To be sung by The Artist/Minotaur

 

Stay away from the future
Back away from the light
It's all deranged - no control
Sit tight in your corner
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged - no control
If I could control tomorrow's haze
The darkened shore wouldn't bother me
If I can't control the web we weave
My life will be lost in the fallen leaves
Every single move's uncertain
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control
I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man
Stay away from the future
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control
Forbidden words, they deafen me
In memories, I've no control
See how a sinful man
Burns his tracks, his bloody robes
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man
I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
No control
I can't believe I've no control
It's all deranged

 


 

segue - ALGERIA TOUCHSHRIEK

 

My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the sheshores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that

 


 

THE VOYEUR OF UTTER DESTRUCTION (as beauty)

 

To be sung by The Artist/Minotaur

 

I shake
And stare the sun
Till my eyes burn
I shake
At the mothers
Brutal vermin
I shake
And stare
At the watery moon
With the same desire
As the sober
Philistine Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again
The screw
Is a tightening
Atrocity I shake
For the reeking flesh
Is as romantic as hell
The need
To have seen it all
The voyeur Of utter destruction
As beauty
I shake
Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day
Call it a day

 


 

segue - RAMONA A. STONE / I AM WITH NAME

 

I was Ramona A. Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste
In a tunnel
But I've been having a mid-life crisis
And I've been dreaming in a sleep
And ape men with metal parts
I've spat upon deeply felt age I've hid my in
And I hate your funny coloured english
We'll creep together you and I
For I know who the small friends are

I Am With Name,
I Am With Name,
I Am Ramona A Stone
A night filled female
Good timing drone
I Am With Name
I Am With Name

I Am With Name,
I Am With Name,
I Am Ramona A Stone

And she could say:
Twitch & stream
It'll end in chrome
Night of the female good time drone
I Am With Name,
I Am Ramona A Stone

And she should say:
I Am With Name
I Am Ramona A Stone

A person who loses a name
Feels anxiety descending
Left at the crossroads between the centuries
A millennium fetish

I Am With Name,
I Am With Name
I Am Ramona A Stone
I Am With Name

Night fear female
Good timing drone
I Am With Name
I Am Ramona A Stone

Anxiety descending
Anxiety descending

 


 

WISHFUL BEGINNINGS

 

To be sung by The Artist/Minotaur

 

Cruising around me the flames burn my body
Wishful beginnings
Does this remind them again & again
You're a sorry little girl
You're a sorry little girl
Please hide, for the pain must feel like snow
You're a sorry little girl
Sorry little girl
Please hide from the kiss & the bite
Shame burns
Breathing in, breathing out
The pain must feel like snow
I'm no longer your golden boy
Sorry little girl
I'm sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow
There you go
We had such wishful beginnings
But we lived unbearable lives
I'm sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow
There you go
There you go

 


 

WE PRICK YOU

 

To be sung by the Court of Oxford Town

 

White boys falling on the fires of night
(I wish you'd tell)
Flesh punks burning in their glue
Revelation comes in the strangest way
(I wish you'd tell)
I'd rather be inside you
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
Tell the truth
We prick you we prick you we prick you
You show respect even if you disagree
You show respect
Mama can I kiss you daddy can I tell
(we wish you well)
Innocence passed me by
Wanna be screwing when the nightmare comes
(I wish you well)
Wanna come quick and die
All the little rose-kissed foxy girls
(shoes, shoes, little white shoes)
Where have all the flowers gone
All the little fragile champion boys
(toys, toys, little black toys)
Dripping on the end of a gun

 


 

segue - NATHAN ADLER

 

Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer
But he didn't know from shit
About challenge response systems
Now Ramona A Stone we know was selling interest drugs
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was if you don't mine me saying so an update demon
Now Leon
He couldn't wait for 12 o'clock midnight
He jumps up on the stage
With a criss criss machete
And slashes around cutting a zero on everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
Was this a suspect?
I says to myself Woa! "Quelle courage!"
Oh wait, I'm getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began

 


 

I'M DERANGED

 

To be sung by The Artist/Minotaur

 

Funny how secrets travel
I'd start to believe if I were to bleed
Thin skies, the man chains his hands held high
Cruise me blond
Cruise me babe
A blond belief beyond beyond beyond
No return
No return
I'm deranged
Deranged my love
I'm deranged down down down
So cruise me babe cruise me baby
And the rain sets in
It's the angel-man
I'm deranged
The clutch of live and the fist of love
Over your head
Big deal
Salaam
Be real deranged
Salaam
Before we reel
I'm deranged

 


 

THRU' THESE ARCHITECTS EYES

 

To be sung by Leon Blank

 

Stomping along on this big Philips Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
Looking across at Richard Rogers
Scheming dreams to blow both their minds
I'm stomping along on this big Philips Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
It's difficult you see
To give up baby
To leave a Job
When you know the monies from day to day
All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy I see thru'these architects eyes
This winter bleeds on the girders of Babel
This stone boy watching the crawling land
The rings of flesh and the towers of iron
The steaming caves and rocks and sand
It's difficult you see
To give up baby
These summer scumholes
This goddamned starving life
All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy I see thru' these architects eyes
It's difficult you see
To give up baby
This blueprint of life
When babies are born in automobiles
All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy I see thru' these architects eyes
All the plagues in the city landscape
All the lady wants when her baby cries
All the swimming to breathe thru a lifetime
All this hope in front of these architects eyes

 


 

segue - NATHAN ADLER

 

Ramona was so cold
When she broke it off with Leon
She said:
"The rain is enough
I don't wanna see his face again"
Ramona was so cold
Ramona was so cold

 


 

STRANGERS WHEN WE MEET

 

To be sung by Leon Blank

 

Yooou, yooou, yooou
Yooou, yooou, yooou
All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun
Look at your friends
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go wrong
CHORUS
All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
For we're strangers when we meet
Blank screen TV
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you
Blended sunrise
And it's a dying world
Humming Rheingold
We scavenge up our clothes
CHORUS
Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new
Your embrace
Was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu
Steely resolve
Is falling from me
My poor soul
All bruised passivity
All your regrets
Ride rough-shod over me
I'm so glad
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so thankful
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so clover
For we're strangers when we meet
Heel head over
But we're strangers when we meet
Strangers when we meet

 


 

1. LEON TAKES US OUTSIDE 1:25
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

2. OUTSIDE 4:04
Music by Bowie/Armstrong.
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1994 Tintoretto Music (BMI)/Jones Music America (ASCAP)

 

3. THE HEARTS FILTHY LESSON 4:57
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

4. A SMALL PLOT OF LAND 6:34
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

5. segue - BABY GRACE (A HORRID CASSETTE) 1:39
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

6. HALLO SPACEBOY 5:14
Music by Bowie/Eno.
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

7. THE MOTEL 6:49
Music and Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music (BMI)

 

8. I HAVE NOT BEEN TO OXFORD TOWN 3:47
Music by Bowie/Eno.
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

9. NO CONTROL 4:33
Music by Bowie/Eno.
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

10. segue - ALGERIA TOUCHSHRIEK 2:03
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

11. THE VOYEUR OF UTTER DESTRUCTION (AS BEAUTY) 4:21
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels. Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

12. segue - RAMONA A. STONE/I AM WITH NAME 4:01
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

13. WISHFUL BEGINNINGS 5:08
Music by Bowie/Eno. Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

14. WE PRICK YOU 4:33
Music by Bowie/Eno. Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

15. segue - NATHAN ADLER 1:00
Music by Bowie/Eno/Gabrels/Garson/Kizilcay/Campbell
Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)/Jones Music America/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

16. I'M DERANGED 4:31
Music by Bowie/Eno. Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

17. THRU' THESE ARCHITECTS EYES 4:22
Music by Bowie/Gabrels. Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music (BMI)/Exploded View Music (ASCAP)

 

18. segue - NATHAN ADLER 0:28
Music by Bowie/Eno. Lyrics by Bowie
© 1995 Tintoretto Music/Upala Music, Inc. (BMI)

 

19. Strangers When We Meet (5:07)
Music and Lyrics by Bowie
© 1993 Tintoretto Music (BMI)

 

All rights for Tintoretto Music and Jones Music America administered by RZO Music. All rights for Exploded View Music administered by Bug Music, Inc.

 

Produced by David Bowie & Brian Eno
Co-Produced & Engineered by David Richards
Assistant Engineers: Ben Fenner, Andy Grassi, Jon Goldenberger, Domonik Tarqua
Musicians: David Bowie - vocals, saxophone, guitar & keyboards
Brian Eno - synthesizers, treatments & strategies
Reeves Gabrels - guitar
Erdal Kizilcay - bass & keyboards
Mike Garson - grand piano
Sterling Campbell - drums
Carlos Alomar - rhythm guitar
Joey Baron - drums
Yossi Fine - bass
Tom Frish - additional guitar on 'Strangers When We Meet'
Kevin Armstrong - additional guitar on 'Thru' These Architects Eyes'
Bryony, Lola, Josey & Ruby Edwards - backing vocals on 'The Hearts Filthy Lesson' and 'I Am With Name'

 

Album Design & Image Manipulation - Denevo. Album Cover Concept - David Bowie & Denevo.
Front Cover Painting 'Head of DB' 11" x 11" Acrylic on Canvas 1995 by David Bowie (Private Collection).
Photography by John Scarisbrick. Stylist: Jennifer Elster. Recorded at Mountain Studios, Switzerland
Mixed And Additional Treatments by David Richards. Assisted by David Bowie.
Mastered by David Richards and Kevin Metcalfe at The TownHouse Digital Mastering Studios, London.

 


 

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