Young Americans Album

Artist(s): David Bowie

Cover Art

David Bowie Young Americans Cover Art

Tracklist

Young Americans

length: 5:12
producer: Tony Visconti
piano: Mike Garson
lead vocals: David Bowie
mixer: Tony Visconti
bass: Willie Weeks
background vocals: Robin Clark, Luther Vandross and Ava Cherry
percussion: Pablo Rosario
saxophone: David Sanborn
congas: Larry Washington
drums (drum set): Andy Newmark
lyricist: David Bowie
composer: David Bowie

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

All night
She wants a young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
"We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
For even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing 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-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have

All night
All night was a young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
All right you want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his Soul Train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man you can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American, young American whoa whoa

Young American, young American
I want what you want
I want what you want
You want more
I want you
You want I
I want you
I want what you want
But you want what you want
You want I
I want you
And all I want is a young American
Young American

Win

length: 4:46
producer: Tony Visconti and Harry Maslin
mixer: Tony Visconti and Harry Maslin
lyricist: David Bowie
composer: David Bowie
Me, I hope that I'm crazy
I feel you driving and you're only the wheel
Slow down, let someone love you
Ohh, I've never touched you since I started to feel
If there's nothing to hide me
Then you've never seen me hanging naked and wired
Somebody lied, I say it's hip
To be alive

[CHORUS]
Now your smile is wearing (spreading?) thin
Seems you're trying not to lose
Since I'm not supposed to win
All you've got to do is win
Me, I'm fresh on your pages
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud
Life lies dumb on its heroes
Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud
Someone like you should not be allowed
To start any fires

[CHORUS]
Now your smile is wearing (spreading?) thin
Seems you're trying not to lose
Since I'm not supposed to win
All you've got to do is wi

Fascination

length: 5:46
producer: Tony Visconti and Harry Maslin
mixer: Tony Visconti and Harry Maslin
composer: Luther Vandross, David Bowie
lyricist: Luther Vandross
Got to use her

Every time I feel fascination
I just can't stand still, I've got to use her
Every time I think of what you pulled me through, dear
Fascination moves sweeping near me
Still I take ya

CHORUS
(Fascination) fascination
(sure 'nuff) fascination
(takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(Can a heart-beat) can a heart-beat
(live in a fever) live in a fever?
(raging inside of me?)
(Fascination) fascination
(oh, yeah) oh yeah
(takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(I can't help it) I can't help it
(I've got to use her) got to use her
(every time, ooh)
Fascination comes around
(Ooh-oo-ooh)

(Fascination) Your soul is calling
Like when I'm walking
Seems that everywhere I turn
I hope you're waiting for me
I know that people think
That I'm a little crazy
Ohh, better sex is fun
I think I like fascination
Still, tick

CHORUS (twice)
Ad-lib

Right

length: 4:15
producer: Tony Visconti and Harry Maslin
mixer: Tony Visconti and Harry Maslin
lyricist: David Bowie
composer: David Bowie
Taking it all the right way
Keeping it in the back
Taking it all the right way
Never no turning back
Never need, no
Never no turning back

Flying just a sweet place
Coming inside and safe
Flying just a sweet place
Never been known to fail
Never been, no
Never been known to fail

Wishing you, wishing that sometimes (sometimes)
Doing it, doing it right, 'till, ahh time, (one time)
Gets you when you're down
(nobody, nobody, do it again, get off)
Ahhh, sometimes, (doing)
Wishing sometimes (give it back)
Up there, up there (giving it)
Oh, my darling
(No) Ah, my darling, (giving it) ah (up there) why?
(Gimme, gimme) up there, (yeah) gimme, (doing)
Taking with me (sometimes)
Loving it, doing it (right) 'till (take it) one time
Gimme (doing it)
Giving it (giving it back)

Taking it all the right way (taking it)
Keeping it in the back (hey hey)
Taking it all the right way
Never no turning back (never never never never)
Never no turning back

Taking it all the right way
Keeping it in the back
Taking it all the right way
Never no turning back
Never need, no
Never no turning back

(Taking it)
Taking it all the right way (yeah)
Keeping it in the back (Taking it)
Taking it all the right way
Never no turning back (never never never never)
Never no turning back

Flying just a sweet place
Coming inside and safe
Flying just a sweet place
Never been known to fail
Never been, no
Never been known to fail

(Taking it all the right way)
Taking it all the right way
(Keeping it in the back)
Keeping it in the back
(Taking it all the right way)
Taking it all the right way
(Never no turning back) Never never never
(Never need, no)
(Never no turning back)
(Never no turning back)
(Never no turning back)
(Never no turning back)
(Never, never, never)
(Never, never, never, never)
(Never, never)
(Never no turning back)
(Never no turning back)
(Never no turning back)
(Never no turning back)
(I never, I never, I never, I never,
I never, I never, I never, I never)
(I never no turning back)

Somebody Up There Likes Me

length: 6:34
producer: Harry Maslin and Tony Visconti
mixer: Harry Maslin and Tony Visconti
lyricist: David Bowie
composer: David Bowie
He's everybody's token, on everybody's wall
Blessing all the papers, thanking one and all
Hugging all the babies, kissing all the ladies
Knowing all that you think about from writing on the wall
He's so divine, his soul shines
Breaks the night, sleep tight
His ever loving face smiles on the whole human race
He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart

He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody) likes me"
He's the savage son of the TV tube
Planets wrote the day was due
All the wisest men around
Predicted that a man was found
Who looked a lot like you and me, yeah
Everyone with sense could see
Nothing left his eye unmoved, he
Had the plan, he had to use
He's so divine, his soul shines
Breaks the night, sleep tight
His ever loving face smiles on the whole human race

He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart

He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody) likes me"
Somebody plays my song in tune
Makes me, makes me, makes me stronger for you, babe
Was a way when we were young, that
Any man was judged by what he'd done
But now you pick them on the screen (what they look like)
Where they've been

[CHORUS 2]
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart

He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody) likes me"
Leaders come, they hate all the people know
That given time, the leaders go
Tell me, can they hold you under their spell
Can they walk and hold you as well as a
Smile like Valentino?
Could he sell you anything?
Keep your eyes on your soul, keep your hand on your heart

He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody) likes me"
Somebody (somebody) somebody (somebody
Yeah, can't remember (somebody) peace so well

Oh, space to ramble, (somebody, somebody) space to boogie

Soul shine (Ooh-ooh)
So divine
Somebody (ooh-ooh, somebody)
Soul shine (Ooh-ooh)
So divine
Somebody (ooh-ooh)
Somebody, somebody, somebody

[ad-lib]

Across the Universe

length: 4:33
producer: David Bowie and Harry Maslin
mixer: David Bowie and Harry Maslin
arranger: Lauren Scott
writer: John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Words are flowing out like
Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me.

Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light, which
Dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.

Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love, which
Shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai Guru Deva.
Jai Guru Deva.
Jai Guru Deva.
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Can You Hear Me

length: 5:08
producer: David Bowie and Harry Maslin
mixer: David Bowie and Harry Maslin
composer: David Bowie
lyricist: David Bowie
Once we were lovers, can they understand?
Closer than others I was your, I was your man
Don't talk of heartaches, oooh, I remember them all
When I'm checking you out one day, to see if I'm
Faking it all

CHORUS
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me inside?
Show your love, love
Take it in right (take it in right)
Take it in right (take it in right)

There's been many others (Oo-oo-oo-oohh) so many times
Sixty new cities an' what do I, what do I
What do I find?
I want love so badly, I want you most of all
You know it's harder to take it from anyone
It's harder to fall
Can you hear me call?

CHORUS

Well, can you hear me? (yeah)
Can you feel me inside? (I do)
Show your love, show your sweet, sweet love
Show me your love

Take it in right (take it in right)
Take it in right, yeah (take it in right)
Take it in right to your love life, baby
Take it in right, to your love life
Take it in right, take it in right, right to your love life
Take it in right, ah
Take it in, take it in right
Right down, right down
(Why don't you take it?)
Mmmm, why don't you take it?
(Right to your heart)
Can you hear me?
(Why don't you take it?)
Can you feel me?
(Why don't you take it?)
Can you? Take it in right
(Why don't you take it?)
Wuhh, right down, right down
(Right to your heart)
Can you take it? Feel me?
(Why don't you take it?)
Down, to right down
(Why don't you take it?)
To your heart
(Why don't you take it?)
To your heart
(Right to your heart)
Take it down, take it down
(Why don't you take it? Why don't you take it?)
Take it in right
(Right to your heart)

Fame

length: 4:17
producer: Harry Maslin and David Bowie
lead vocals: David Bowie
guest background vocals: John Lennon
mixer: Harry Maslin and David Bowie
co-producer: Harry Maslin
writer: Carlos Alomar, David Bowie, John Lennon
Fame makes a man take things over.
Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow.
Fame puts you there where things are hollow. Fame.
Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane. Fame.

Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow. Fame.
Fame, it's mine, it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to crime. Fame.

Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool? Fame.
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me,
Got to get a rain check on pain. Fame.

Fame, fame,
Fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame,
Fame, what's your name?