22-10-2012, 11:25
#486 - David Bowie - Young Americans - 1975
running recap for me - 3's=10, 2's=4, 1's=1
this one - ***
from the album: Young Americans
Written by David Bowie
Produced by Tony Visconti
Chart action: #28 US, #18 UK, #33 Canada, #27 Australia
the players:
David Bowie – vocals, guitar
Willie Weeks – bass
Mike Garson – piano
Andy Newmark – drums
David Sanborn – saxophone
Pablo Rosario – percussion
Larry Washington – congas
Ava Cherry – backing vocals
Robin Clark – backing vocals
Luther Vandross – backing vocals
Don't think I was real keen on this one when it came out. Didn't take long with that sax driving it. That was just
killer stuff. Bowie says "It's about a newlywed couple who don't know if they really like each other". Only the
writer could come up with that and I'll take his word for it. Ziggy was history as this ventured into that blue eyed
soul category. Noted by the appearance of Luther Vandross who would go on to his own fame. Bowies first actual hit
in the states with the song and the album. Recorded while still touring for the previous Diamond Dogs album, it
would sit on the shelf for a brief spell.
[video=youtube;ScVi_L817ec]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScVi_L817ec[/video]
Lyrics
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 windows
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
He 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 the 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
Or even yesterday?
Have you 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-Sheeners
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
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
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’s got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake
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 struck our 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
Young American, young American, I want the young American
(I want with you, I want with you want)
All right
(You want it, I want you you, you want I, I want you want)
Young American, young American, I want the young American
(I want to want, to want, to want , to want I, I want you)
All right
(Lord I wanted the young American)
(young American)
Young American, Young American
I want the young American
running recap for me - 3's=10, 2's=4, 1's=1
this one - ***
from the album: Young Americans
Written by David Bowie
Produced by Tony Visconti
Chart action: #28 US, #18 UK, #33 Canada, #27 Australia
the players:
David Bowie – vocals, guitar
Willie Weeks – bass
Mike Garson – piano
Andy Newmark – drums
David Sanborn – saxophone
Pablo Rosario – percussion
Larry Washington – congas
Ava Cherry – backing vocals
Robin Clark – backing vocals
Luther Vandross – backing vocals
Don't think I was real keen on this one when it came out. Didn't take long with that sax driving it. That was just
killer stuff. Bowie says "It's about a newlywed couple who don't know if they really like each other". Only the
writer could come up with that and I'll take his word for it. Ziggy was history as this ventured into that blue eyed
soul category. Noted by the appearance of Luther Vandross who would go on to his own fame. Bowies first actual hit
in the states with the song and the album. Recorded while still touring for the previous Diamond Dogs album, it
would sit on the shelf for a brief spell.
[video=youtube;ScVi_L817ec]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScVi_L817ec[/video]
Lyrics
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 windows
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
He 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 the 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
Or even yesterday?
Have you 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-Sheeners
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
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
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’s got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands shake
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 struck our 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
Young American, young American, I want the young American
(I want with you, I want with you want)
All right
(You want it, I want you you, you want I, I want you want)
Young American, young American, I want the young American
(I want to want, to want, to want , to want I, I want you)
All right
(Lord I wanted the young American)
(young American)
Young American, Young American
I want the young American