英國音樂家David Bowie的第8張專輯。1975年3月7日發售。
基本介紹
- 外文名稱：Young Americans
- 專輯語言：英語
- 專輯歌手：David Bowie
- 專輯時長：40:13
- 曲目數量：8首
- 發行時間：1975年3月7日
- 音樂風格：ROCK
- 唱片公司：RCA、EMI
- 製作人：Tony Visconti，Harry Maslin，David Bowie
專輯版本,專輯曲目,同名曲歌詞,
專輯版本
1975年3月7日，專輯發售，唱片公司為RCA Records。
1991年，專輯CD化，並追加三首以前從未發表的歌曲，唱片公司為EMI。
2007年4月4日，EMI發行了追加了新的未發表音源的特別版，附帶一張Audio DVD。
專輯曲目
01.Young Americans
02.Win
03.Fascination
04.Right
05.Somebody Up There Likes Me
06.Across the Universe
07.Can You Hear Me
08.Fame
1991年再版附加曲目
09.Who Can I Be Now?
10.It's Gonna Be Me
11.John, I'm Only Dancing Again
2007年特別版附加曲目
09.John, I'm Only Dancing (Again)(stereo mix)
10.Who Can I Be Now?(stereo mix)
11.It's Gonna Be Me(stereo mix; alternate version with strings)
12.1984(live on The Dick Cavett Show; DVD only)
13.Young Americans(live on The Dick Cavett Show; DVD only)
14.Dick Cavett interviews David Bowie(DVD only)
同名曲歌詞
Young Americans
Young Americans
They pulled in just behind the fridge,
he lays he 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 no-where
Heaven knows, she'd've taken anything, but
{Chorus, *she* version}
*She* wants the young American
but *she* wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window,
she finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes up her red Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she 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 Papas' heroes gone?"
{chorus, *she* version}
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?", had
{chorus, *he* version}
*He* wants the young American
but *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 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-Sheila's
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
{chorus, *you* version}
*YOU* wants the young American
but *YOU* wants the young American
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimps' got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Blacks got respect, uhh, whites got his soul train
Mamas' got cramps, and look at your hands ache
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?
{chorus, *I* version}
*I* wants the young American
but *I* wants the young American
