tin machine

tin machine are: guitar / vocals: david bowie lead guitar: reeves gabrels drums / vocals: hunt sales bass / vocals: tony sales kevin armstrong

many thanks to our good friend kevin armstrong; rhythm guitar and hammond b.3

the cd-sleeve

produced by: tin machine & tim palmer engineer: justin shirley-smith additional engineering: david richards mixed by: tim palmer & tin machine art direction & design: roger gorman / reiner design photography: sukita tin machine whishes to thank mike talanca, michael white and janice rothman

the line-up of the group for the cd/lp/mc differ (as you can see below)

the lp-sleeve

the mc-sleeve

track listing and lyrics click the track title to sing-a-long

01. heaven's in here (6:01)	(david bowie)
02. tin machine (3:34)	(bowie / t.sales / h.sales / gabrels)
03. prisoner of love (4:50)	(bowie / t.sales / h.sales / gabrels)
04. crack city (4:36)	(david bowie)
05. i can't read (4:54)	(david bowie / reeves gabrels)
06. under the god (4:06)	(david bowie)
07. amazing (3:04)	(david bowie / reeves gabrels)
08. working class hero (4:38)	(john lennon)
09. bus stop (1:41)	(david bowie / reeves gabrels)
10. pretty thing (4:39)	(david bowie)
11. video crime (3:52)	(david bowie / tony sales / hunt sales)
12. run (3:20)	(kevin armstrong / david bowie)
13. sacrifice yourself (2:08)	(david bowie / tony sales / hunt sales)
14. baby can dance (4:57)	(david bowie)
bonus track on the '95 re-release of the album
15. bus stop (live country version) (1:53)	(david bowie / reeves gabrels)
"live" songs
now (performed live sometimes 1989)	(armstrong / bowie / gabrels)
i'm sorry (performed live sometimes 1989)	(hunt sales)

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the tin machine song book

heaven's in here (david bowie)

baby, i dream between the blade and the tongue of the rose on your cheek the wounded & dumb we stumble and fall we stumble and fall skin on skin but there's heaven in ...

heaven's in here heaven's in here among the twilight and stars like a rocket to mars heaven in here

the first and the last are telling it all telling you loud but selling it small i'm taking a swing at this shadow of mine crucifix hangs an' my heart's in my mouth but it's here ...

heaven's in here heaven's in here among the twilight and stars like a rocket to mars heaven in here

heaven in one sigh heaven in two eyes

heaven lies between your marbled thighs the rustle of your falling gown we stumble and fall like tragedy falls we stumble and twirl there's heaven in here we stumble and fall uncertain we fall flesh on flesh but there's heaven in ...

heaven's in here heaven's in here among the twilight and stars like a rocket to mars heaven's in here

you'll dance on my tongue we'll dance on the sun we're the twilight and stars there's heaven in there to the top

tin machine (david bowie/tony sales/hunt sales/reeves gabrels)

tin machine tin machine take me anywhere somewhere without alcohol or goons with muddy hair tin machine tin machine

tin machine tin machine the zombies that i pass the guy that beats his baby up the preachers and their past tin machine tin machine tin machine

tin machine tin machine

baby doll baby doll clarity and prayer there's more than money moving here there's mindless maggot glare working horrors - humping tories spittle on their chins carving up my childrens future read 'em pal and grin

raging raging raging burning in my room c'mon and get a good idea c'mon and get it soon i'm watching on the fire escape i'm not exactly well i'm neither red nor black nor white i'm grey and blown to hell

tin machine tin machine make some new computer thing that puts me on the moon not this psycho-time-bomb planet poised to meet its maker shake a leg

tin machine tin machine one sick deathless duty to remain endangered species they reach right out to touch someone then wash their crusty hands tin machine tin machine

baby doll baby doll blue suede tuneless wonders mass confusion - faithless blues might that spews out watchmen mopping up another fortune fractured words and branca-sonic anger trapped behind locked doors and right between the eyes to the top

prisoner of love (david bowie/tony sales/hunt sales/reeves gabrels)

don't look back whatever it takes to save your life i've believed i belonged to you for a long time and my heart says no, no one but you

like a rescue on a darkened street love walked in to town i was a victim of my own self-persecution i'm a prisoner of love - but i'm coming up for air

now don't be fooled by fool who promise you the world and all that glitters more fool you

i'm such a hungry man that i beg you over and over and over and over and i might take any highway to be there with you even the best men shiver in their beds i'm loving you above everything i have i'm a prisoner of love - just stay square

like a sermon on blues guitar love walked in to town i was drowning so slowly one step in front of your shadow i'm a prisoner of love - but i'm coming up for air

now don't be fooled by fools who promise you the world and all that glitters more fool you

i smell the sickness sown in this city it drives me to hide you, yes, even deceive you i'm so afraid for you that i'll break any thug that maps out your passage to ruin even the best men shiver in their beds i'm loving you above everything i have i'm a prisoner of love - just stay square to the top

crack city (david bowie)

oh come on all you children don't grab that scabby hand it belongs to mr. sniff and tell it belong to the candyman

don't whore your little bodies to the worm of paradise like everest it's fatal its peak are cold as ice

they're riding on the subways they're riding on the streets they'll ride you down to the gutters they'll ride you off your feet

gonna hit crack city hit crack city

piss on the icon monsters whose guitars bequeath you pain they'll face you down to their level with their addictions and their fast lanes

corrupt with shaky visions and crack and coke and alcohol they're just a bunch of assholes with butt holes for their brains you can't keep on riding the pain you know so well they'll ride you down to the gutter they'll ride you down to hell

gonna hit crack city hit crack city

and you the master dealer may death be on your brow may razors slash your mainline i'm calling you out right now

may all your vilest nightmares consume your shrunken head may the ho-ho-hounds of paranoia dance upon your stinking bed

don't look at me you fuck head this nation's turning blue its stink it fouls the highways its filth it sticks like glue

hit crack city

they'll bury you in velvet and place you underground the hatred of yourself and the sufferings that conspire to take your little body and throw it to the fools and the hounds that rip your flesh only your mind can take you out of this only your mind or death

i'm riding on the subway the subway down to hell i've finished with this journey i seem to know it well

gonna hit crack city hit crack city to the top

i can't read (david bowie/reeves gabrels)

i can't read and I can't write down i don't know a book from countdown i don't care which shadow gets me all I've got is someone's face

money goes to money heaven bodies go to body hell i just cough, catch the chase switch the channel watch the police car

i can't read shit anymore i just sit back and ignore i just can't get it right, can't get it right i can't read shit I can't read shit

when you see a famous smile no matter where you run your mile to be right in that photograph andy where's my fifteen minutes

i can't read shit anymore i just sit back and ignore i just can't get it right, can't get it right i can't read shit I can't read shit to the top

under the god (david bowie)

skin dance back-a-the condo skin heads getting to school beating on blacks with a baseball bat racism back in rule

white trash picking up nazi flags while you was gone, there was war this is the west, get used to it they put a swastika over the door

under the god under the god one step over the red line under the god under the god ten steps into the crazy

washington heads in the toilet bowl don't see supremacist hate right wing dicks in their boiler suits picking out who to annihilate

toxic jungle of uzi trails tribesmen just wouldn't live here fascist flare is fashion cool well, you're dead - you just ain't buried (yet)

under the god under the god one step over the red line under the god under the god ten steps into the crazy

as the walls came tumbling down so, the secrets that we shared i believed you by the palace gates now the savage days are here

under the gods crazy eyed man with a shot gun hot headed creep with a knife love and peace and harmony love you could cult with a life

under the god under the god one step over the red line under the god under the god ten steps into the crazy to the top

amazing (david bowie/reeves gabrels)

i'm lazy you crazy, girl stay by my side

i'm scared you'll meet someone in whom you'll confide

life's still a dream your love's amazing since I found you my life's amazing

i pledge you you'll never be blue there's too much at stake to be down

my nightmare rooted here watching you go divine in both our lives

life's still a dream your love's amazing since I found you my life's amazing my life's a roll mo go go and it's amazing to the top

working class hero (john lennon)

as soon as you're born they make you feel small by giving you no time instead of it all till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all a working class hero is something to be a working class hero is something to be

they hurt you at home and they hit you at school they hate you if your clever and they despise a fool till you're so fucking crazy you can't fallow their rules a working class hero is something to be a working class hero is something to be

when they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years then they expect you to pick a career when you can't really function you're so full of fear a working class hero is something to be a working class hero is something to be

keep you doped wit religion and sex and tv and you think you're so clever and classless and free but you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see a working class hero is something to be a working class hero is something to be

there's room at the top they are telling you still but first you must learn how to smile as you kill if you want to be like the folks on the hill

a working class hero is something to be if you want to be a hero just follow me if you want to be a hero well just follow me to the top

bus stop (david bowie/reeves gabrels)

there's a cry that is heard in the city from vivian at pentacost lane a shriekin' and dancing till 4 a.m. another night of muscles and pain i love you despite your convictions that god never laughs at my jokes

i'm a young man at odds with the bible but I don't pretend faith never works when we're down on our knees prayin' at the bus stop

now jesus he came in a vision and offered you redemption from sin i'm not sayin' that I don't believe you but are you sure that it really was him i've been told that it could've been blue cheese or the meal that we ate down the road i'm a young man at odds with the bible but I don't pretend faith never works when we're down on our knees prayin' at the bus stop hallelujah to the top

pretty thing (david bowie)

think about the good things think about the bad things think about a reason to see you tonight something getting hard when you rock it up something getting hot when you rock it up pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway never gonna treat you wrong tie you down pretend you're madonna never gonna treat you wrong

oh you pretty thing shake your pretty thing gimmee that pretty thing

think about the love thing think about the sex thing think about you holding me, taking me down something getting hard when you rock it up something getting hot when you rock it up pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway never gonna do you wrong strip you down and take you to pieces always gonna love this song

oh you pretty thing feel that pretty thing suck that pretty thing to the top

video crime (david bowie/tony sales/hunt sales)

ain't got room for charity (this skeleton's mine) me, I'm crawling with no cash (chop it up) me, I'm looking for hot flesh (chop it up)

blood on video - video crime video crime needles and pins and video crime video crime i've got dollars -i've got sense wonder where the third world went

ain't got time for honeymoon (chop it up) trash time bundy, death row chic (chop it up) haunt this street from half past ten (chop it up)

blood on video - video crime video crime needles and pins and video crime video crime late night cannibal - cripples decay just can't tear my eyes away

ain't got no room for charity (this skeleton's mine) ain't got room for hollywood (chop it up) me, i'm crawling with no cash (chop it up)

blood on video - video crime video crime needles and pins and video crime video crime i've got dollars- i've got sense wonder where the third world went to the top

run (kevin armstrong/david bowie)

wish i were a sailor crossing an azure sea under leaden skies under your eyes

but i can't see too far with these animal eyes can't hold my breath without your voice

an' i'm danger-prone i'll be bound i'll be fast as hell without your touch

an' i'll run run run run run an' i'll run run run run run without your love

i'm a gold man i'm a soaring tower and it's cold in here without your love

trouble in here - trouble out there mainline problems til you no longer care get a long-low life - it's duty bound no hope - no life - no you - ah ha

and i run run run run run run without your love

i duck the shots - tilt the world i talk myself crazy - shoot the breeze shout to live - shoot to kill double up in pain - i'm on my knees to the top

sacrifice yourself (david bowie/tony sales/hunt sales)

some days he feels so empty just a talking head married to a klingon who could cream him in the press

god could detonate him god's the one we pick to curse us and 35 years pass him like an evening at the circus

don't sacrifice yourself sacrifice yourself surprise yourself don't sacrifice yourself

there it is, the look, the winner you once talked of being give her one last kiss and dive right out the window screaming no truth decent, it was summer from the waist down she blew the troops right off your feet she tells you she's god's grammy

don't sacrifice yourself sacrifice yourself surprise yourself don't sacrifice yourself

her, the only game in town, a queen of competence blind in front of mirrors, proving nothings says a lot wham bam thank you charlie vanity is all you wander lonely to the scene a crawling up the walls

don't sacrifice yourself sacrifice yourself surprise yourself don't sacrifice yourself to the top

baby can dance (david bowie)

i'm rolling out of the ferris wheel no one looks and no one feels but the baby can the baby can

the way it feels just feeling you holding out and falling out but the baby can the baby can

i'm the jumping man i'm the jumping man

but baby can float baby can drown baby can touch her toes toss her hair makes you feel you're going nowhere baby can dance baby can dance baby can walk around the town attract a man and cut him down

i'm the shadow man the jumping jack the man who can and don't look back but the baby can the baby can

i'm rolling out of the ferris wheel no one looks and no one feels but the baby can the baby can

i'm the jumping man i'm the jumping man

but baby can float baby can drown baby can touch her toes toss her hair makes you feel you're going nowhere baby can dance baby can dance baby can walk around the town attract a man and cut him down

and the way it feels i'm feeling you

everyday is far away everyday, everyday it's over now it's over now

i'm the jumping man i'm the jumping man

but baby can float baby can drown baby can touch her toes toss her hair makes you feel you're going nowhere baby can dance baby can dance baby can walk around the town attract a man and cut him down to the top

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now performed live sometimes 1989 (bowie/armstrong/gabrels) now tomorrow yesterday tomorrow

talking about now i want (???) your love aaha i need your love talking about now

tomorrow yesterday tomorrow talking about now

?you walk thru' the kings (???)? you got to listen to (???) create me again and agian it screams it screams it screams

? i call to the outskirts of town i call to the (cloaked?) sound i clutter a falling star i scream i scream i scream

now tomorrow yesterday tomorrow i talk about now

i'm sorry performed live sometimes 1989 (hunt sales)

time is tight love always gets in the way i'm sorry i'm sorry

it didn't seem to workout so (???) to hell (???) i'm sorry i'm sorry

i'm sorry

time is tight and the money's spent i guess i just blew it all away i'm so sorry child i'm really sorry girl

i shot (???) the other day what more can i say i said i'm sorry child i said i'm sorry child

i'd do it for you girl but i wouldn't do it for me i'm sorry i'm sorry

i'm sorry you know i am i'm sorry you know i am i'm sorry you know i am good god! i feel so unnecessarily tonight y'all