Álbum The Man Who Sold The World de David Bowie - Canciones
The Man Who Sold The World
1970 | 
Estilo(s) | Hard Rock,Glam
Sello | Mercury
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"The Man Who Sold The World" es el tercer álbum de David Bowie publicado inicialmente en Estados Unidos en 1970, para hacer lo propio en Reino Unido en 1971, para el que Bowie contó con la producción de Tony Visconti. Está considerado como el primero realmente de estilo Bowie en el que se mezclan los estilos hard rock y heavy metal.
Oficialmente fue escrito por Bowie, aunque en la fase creativa participaron también Mick Ronson y Tony Visconti, quien además asumió el rol de productor. El grupo se reunía en la casa de Bowie en Haddon Hall, una mansión en cuyo sótano ensayaban las nuevas composiciones. A ellos se solía unir Angie, la reciente esposa de Bowie, de la que el artista no se separaba, delegando gran parte del trabajo de los arreglos en Ronson y Visconti.
De este trabajo de David Bowie se publicó un sencillo promocional, "All the Madmen", lanzado en un primer momento en Estados Unidos y que contaba con el tema "Janine" de su anterior álbum como lado B.
En general, "The Man Who Sold The World" tuvo mejor acogida en Estados Unidos que en Reino Unido, siendo calificado como un trabajo excelente de Bowie por la prensa especializada.
Los temas contenían referencias a la esquizofrenia, la paranoia y la ilusión. Para promocionar el álbum, la discográfica Mercury Records preparó a inicios de 1971 un tour por Estados Unidos, con infinidad de entrevistas en radios y medios escritos.
Listado de canciones del álbum The Man Who Sold The World
- The Width Of A Circle 8:07
- All The MadmenVer letra 5:38
[X]letra de All The Madmen
Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground
Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all... Am I?
Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my E. S. T. Makes three
'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content they're all as sane as me
(Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds in a cellar... Dark and grim
They must be very dim)
Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that it's real
Then ask me how I feel
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all
Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
My libido's split on me
Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy
'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me
Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le Chien [rpt] - Black Country RockVer letra 3:33
[X]letra de Black Country Rock
Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on
Black Country Rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black Country Rock
Some say the view is crazy
But you may adopt another point of view
So if it's much too hazy
You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu - After AllVer letra 3:52
[X]letra de After All
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children At all, after all
Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
After all, after all - Running Gun Blues 3:12
- Saviour Machine 4:27
- She Shook Me Cold 4:13
- The Man Who Sold The World 3:58
- The Supermen 3:39
Oficialmente fue escrito por Bowie, aunque en la fase creativa participaron también Mick Ronson y Tony Visconti, quien además asumió el rol de productor. El grupo se reunía en la casa de Bowie en Haddon Hall, una mansión en cuyo sótano ensayaban las nuevas composiciones. A ellos se solía unir Angie, la reciente esposa de Bowie, de la que el artista no se separaba, delegando gran parte del trabajo de los arreglos en Ronson y Visconti.
De este trabajo de David Bowie se publicó un sencillo promocional, "All the Madmen", lanzado en un primer momento en Estados Unidos y que contaba con el tema "Janine" de su anterior álbum como lado B.
En general, "The Man Who Sold The World" tuvo mejor acogida en Estados Unidos que en Reino Unido, siendo calificado como un trabajo excelente de Bowie por la prensa especializada.
Los temas contenían referencias a la esquizofrenia, la paranoia y la ilusión. Para promocionar el álbum, la discográfica Mercury Records preparó a inicios de 1971 un tour por Estados Unidos, con infinidad de entrevistas en radios y medios escritos.
[X]
Day after dayletra de All The Madmen
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground
Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down
So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all... Am I?
Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my E. S. T. Makes three
'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content they're all as sane as me
(Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds in a cellar... Dark and grim
They must be very dim)
Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that it's real
Then ask me how I feel
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all
Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
My libido's split on me
Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy
'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me
Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le Chien [rpt]
[X]
Pack a pack horse up and rest up here onletra de Black Country Rock
Black Country Rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black Country Rock
Some say the view is crazy
But you may adopt another point of view
So if it's much too hazy
You can leave my friend and me with fond adieu
[X]
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingoletra de After All
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children At all, after all
Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
After all, after all
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