These lyrics were posted by Tommy Lowe on the message board of the Repetition site in August 2000. Special thanks to Raven Drake for forwarding them to me! If you own the copyright on these lyrics and have a problem with my distributing them like this, let me know and I will remove them at my earliest opportunity.
Bowie Lyrical Excerpts from 2. Contamination:
1. segue - A Brief Inquisition (0:45)
Mob rules
Witch Hunts
These days will always end
The accusers draw near again
2. Contamination (5:13)
No resistance now
No obstacles at hand
Even hope restrains a tear
It's hard to understand
3. Ebola Jazz (4:28)
Scribble words of love
On a scrabble razz
So many shams and shames
For sweet Ebola Jazz
We are nothing now
Just dreams and shadows
Ebola Jazz will make you mine
4. A Fragmented Line (2:06)
A cracked family tree
Sibling struggle to surpass
Our bloodline memory
Drunken pursuit of misery
In the crawling heart of time
A fragmented line
5. The Hive Of No Desire (5:33)
We draw together
in the dead of night
calling our ancestors home
in the hive of no desire
The will to live is dead
Daydreams on a broken bed
We hunger for release
In the glowing tribe of dread
6. segue - The Mad Ramblings of Long Beard (1:15)
These crackbrain pieces
Are not big and hot
Just drawn out fragments
Of a kingly lot
The mad ramblings of
Long Beards plot
The grave shadows
of a deranged crackpot
7. Ill Refute (5:06)
I'll take you there
No shrill dispute
I'll bring you back
No ill refute
Our sickly baby does confuse
The mute machine won't compute
Gizmo norms for ivory roots
But not enough ill refute
I'll take you back
By any means
No dispute or wired screams
Here nothing is as it seems
Frail baby won't commute
She's a mutiny in black death boots
Doodad thrills make her moot
She resigns to ill refute
8. A Tribe From The Ghost Plains (4:33)
Blood line like a spook
Leaves the mountains
Sacred ground and dry land
A tribe from the old land
Dark line like a ruse
Seeds the stained words
Power takes root in the deep dirt
Ghost tribe scatters fine earth
Ghost talk and a light trace
Sly talk from a white face
Plain talk near a real lake
A tribe from the ghost plains
9. Drawing A Blank (3:48)
She's etching the ghost songs
She's sketching the king's rank
His old long bearded white face
Is drawing a blank
They came from the death world
Where dream zones reign
They fell like a hot rain
With mad desire strains
Allegations of contamination smear
Yet no one hears
Affirmations of degeneration leer
Yet no one comes near
He's tracing their shadows
Just before the end
Their wired hearts
Their hopeless friends
Yet nothing comes of it
He's drawing a blank again
In a rage of angels
In a storm of memories
He marks an ornate grave
And draws a blank on the stage
10. Mausoleum (4:25)
He remembers love on sacred soil
Now a hot zone for lives of toil
Hunted flesh in age old clothes
He forgets his grave is close
Upright pillars hold up the world
With a crypt of babys and stolen girls
The dark jazz of kings and soiled things
Strewn on the hurts of the Mausoleum
Scattered in the dirt of the tribal ruins
Fleshless carcass fevered bones
Souvenirs from the hot zone
He remembers the cold hard stone
The mausoleum he calls his home
11. Serengeti Song (7:34)
We talk in fragments
Our ghosts were wrong
No time now for our Serengeti song
12. segue - The Fever Is Still (0:32)
The Fever is still
Still With us
Be still with us
The Fever is still
The Fever is still with us
Still with us
Still with us
Be still
with us
13. Dream Child (5:52)
Hope is a daydream for a dream child
Young girl in a new world
It's a cold world for a girl child
It's a nightmare for a dream girl
Hope is a cold child in a dream world
Dream child in an old world
It's a dream world for an old child
It's a cold dream for a dream girl
14. Crazed In The Hot-Zone (4:51)
Crazed in the hot zone
Ablaze in the free zone
A scourge in the ozone
I'm so cold and alone
Touched in the hot zone
I'm on fire in the cold zone
So hot and alone
With a thin rope and a thin hope
Wired in the hot zone
I'm a plague on a dead phone
Alive in the cold zone
I'm so alone in the free zone
15. Wiredlife (3:03)
Wired life has come and gone
Between the cells of faces
Plugged into dead exotic dreams
We wander wired
In strands of metal
Our chaos tatters mesh
Hot or live or in the flesh
We consume a wired life
Reel life
Real life
No more tired life
16. Verona No More (3:55)
The storm is up
And all is on the front page
Winged with red lightning
And tempestuous rage
Reduced to a skeleton
Fit for the dust holes
He gnaws at the root of love
And prostitutes his weary soul.
Unwashed angel dreams of shadows
Not a breath of air
Blood boiling in his veins
Dream child of fear
Rotten to the core
Verona no more
Fever sore, cancer
Verona no more
17. The Only Part Of My Days (4:43)
Strange lovers wither
In the lightning haze
Left with brittle memories
The only part of my days...
