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Bowie at the Beeb: The Best of the BBC Radio Sessions 68–72
Disc 1
01. In the Heat of the Morning
02. London Bye Ta Ta
03. Karma Man
04. Silly Boy Blue
05. Let Me Sleep Beside You
06. Janine
07. Amsterdam
08. God Knows I’m Good
09. The Width of a Circle
10. Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
11. Cygnet Committee
12. Memory of a Free Festival
13. Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud
14. Bombers
15. Looking for a Friend
16. Almost Grown
17. Kooks
18. It Ain’t Easy
Disc 2
01. The Supermen
02. Eight Line Poem
03. Hang On to Yourself
04. Ziggy Stardust
05. Queen Bitch
06. I’m Waiting for the Man
07. Five Years
08. White Light/White Heat
09. Moonage Daydream
10. Hang On to Yourself
11. Suffragette City
12. Ziggy Stardust
13. Starman
14. Space Oddity
15. Changes
16. Oh! You Pretty Things
17. Andy Warhol
18. Lady Stardust
19. Rock ’n’ Roll Suicide
I bless you madly
Sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess
Because of you, I need to rest
Because it's you that sets the test

So much has gone
And little is new
And as the sparrow sings
Dawn chorus for
Someone else to hear
The thinker sits alone
Growing older and so bitter
I gave them life, I gave them all
They drained my very soul
Dry
I crushed my heart to ease their pains
No thought for me remains there
Nothing can they spare
What of me?
Who praised their efforts to be free?
Words of strength and care and sympathy
I opened doors that would have blocked their way
I braved their cause to guide for little pay
I ravaged at my finance just for those
Those whose claims were steeped in peace, tranquility
Those who said a new world, new ways ever free
Those whose promises stretched in hope and grace for me

I bless you madly
Sadly as I tie my shoes
I love you badly
Just in time, at times, I guess
Because of you I need to rest
Because it's you that sets the test

So much has gone
And little is new
And as the sunrise stream
Flickers on me
My friends talk
Of glory, untold dream, where all is God and God is just a word
We had a friend, a talking man
Who spoke of many powers that he had
Not of the best of men, but ours
We used him
We let him use his powers
We let him fill our needs
Now we are strong
And the road is coming to its end
Now the damned have no time to make amends
No purse of token fortune stands in our way
The silent guns of love will blast the sky
We broke the ruptured structure built of age
Our weapons were the tongues of crying rage
Where money stood
We planted seeds of rebirth
And stabbed the backs of fathers, sons of dirt
Infiltrated business cesspools
Hating through our sleeves
Yeah, and we slit the Catholic throat
Stoned the poor
On slogans such as
Wish you could hear
Love is all we need
Kick out the jams
Kick out your mother
Cut up your friend
Screw up your brother or he'll get you in the end
And we know the flag of love is from above
And we can force you to be free
And we can force you to believe

And I close my eyes and tighten up my brain
For I once read a book in which the lovers were slain
For they knew not the words of the Free States' refrain
It said:
"I believe in the power of God
I believe in the state of love
I will fight for the right to be right
I will kill for the good of the fight for the right to be right"
And I open my eyes to look around
And I see a child laid slain on the ground
As a love machine lumbers through desolation rows
Ploughing down man, woman, listening to its command
But not hearing anymore
Not hearing anymore
Just the shrieks from the old rich
And I want to believe
In the madness that calls "now"
And I want to believe
That a light's shining through somehow

And I want to believe
And you want to believe
And we want to believe
And we want to live
Oh, we want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
We want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
I want to live
Live
Live
Live