tin machine II

produced by tin machine & tim palmer mixed by tim palmer & tin machine 'one shot' produced, engineered and mixed by hugh padgham engineers: guy gray, simon vinestock, justin shirley-smith, eric schilling, ruggie simkins, chuck ferry tim palmer: additional piano & percussion kevin armstrong: piano on 'shopping for girls' rhythm guitar on 'if there is something photography: sally hershberger illustration: edward bell

uncensored cd-sleeve

david bowie: lead & backing vocals, rhythm guitar, piano & saxophone reeves gabrels: lead & rhythm guitar, backing vocals, vibrators, drano & organ hunt sales: drums, percussion, lead & backing vocals tony sales: bass & backing vocals tin machine wishes to thank isolar, the staff at studios 301, mesa boggie, steinberger, takamine, chandler, ludwig, vigier, danny ferrington, jim dunlop & dimarzio special thanks to phil, baby design: reiner design consultants, inc.

below you can see the censored sleeve and the back sleeve

censored sleeve (us)

back sleeve

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

01. baby universal (3:18)	*(david bowie / reeves gabrels)*
02. one shot (5:11)	*(david bowie / reeves gabrels / h.sales / t.sales)*
03. you belong in rock n' roll (4:07)	*(david bowie/ reeves gabrels)*
04. if there is something (4:45)	*(bryan ferry)*
05. amlapura (3:46)	*(david bowie / reeves gabrels)*
06. betty wrong (3:48)	*(david bowie / reeves gabrels)*
07. you can't talk (3:09)	*(david bowie / reeves gabrels / h.sales / t.sales)*
08. stateside (5:38)	*(hunt sales / david bowie)*
09. shopping for girls (3:44)	*(david bowie / reeves gabrels)*
10. a big hurt (3:40)	*(david bowie)*
11. sorry (3:29)	*(hunt sales)*
12. goodbye mr. ed (3:24)	*(david bowie / hunt sales / tony sales)*
*unlisted and a very short instrumental version of*
13. hammerhead (0:58)	*(david bowie / hunt sales)*

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Baby Universal (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby (getting) Baby (care) Baby (talking) Baby (well) Baby (thinking) Baby (walk) Baby (lost) Baby (found) Baby (getting) Baby (care) Baby (talking) Baby (well) Baby (thinking) Baby (walk) Baby (lost) Baby (found) Baby (getting) Baby (care) Baby (talking) Baby (well) Baby (thinking) Baby (walk) Baby (lost) Baby (found)

Now that he has no sense of destination Now he's running for the love of speed When the child goes bad it's no cause for celebration Like Jimmy Dean he don't talk back to me

Failures as fathers, Mothers to chaos No baby, no baby, no baby no Hallo humans can you feel me thinking I assume you're seeing everything I'm thinking Hallo humans nothing starts tomorrow I'm the baby now Baby (repeat to end of chorus) (getting) (care) (talking) (well) (thinking) (walk) (lost) (found) Baby Universe Baby Universe Baby Universal (Talking well) (Talking well)

A speck of dust just settled in my eye It doesn't matter I've seen everything anyway

One Shot (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Hunt Sales/Tony Sales)

Ooo-oo-oo-oh, oo-oo-oo-oh Ooo-oo-oo-oh, oo-oo-ooo

The last days were the meanest Leanest days of our lives You threw me the pieces I started the fire One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away, hey-hey

Look out on a green world Windows and wives No bedroom to run to No miracle jive - no conversation

Then nothing meant nothing Ten dollars tore us apart One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away

One day nothing meant nothing Ten dollars tore us apart One thing led to a dead end One shot put her away

The last days were the meanest Leanest days of our lives One thing led to a dead end One shot further away

Looked out on a green world Windows and wives No bedroom to run to No miracle jive - no conversation

Hot love is the dearest No money can buy She burnt like a spitfire One shot put her away

One shot put her away, heh-heh One shot put her away, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh Oo-oo-oo-oh, uh-huh-huh One shot put her away to the top

You Belong In Rock 'N Roll (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Just the twinkling lights of heaven Two reflections on the sparkling water Hand in hand in love with love uh-huh

I love the cheap things that you say-a-say

You belong in rock 'n roll You belong in rock 'n roll You belong in rock 'n roll Well so do I I love how she moves me It makes me feel alright, alright, alright, alright

I'm a hurt, I'm a hurt, I'm a hurting I'm a man with a beat in my pocket I'm going down to the rhythm of love

I love a bad look that you bring-r-ing

You belong in rock 'n roll You belong in rock 'n roll You belong in rock 'n roll Well so do I Alone on a mean street It makes me feel on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire...

On fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire

I love the cheap street in your walk, uh-huh You belong in rock 'n roll You belong in rock 'n roll Well so do I I love how she moves me It makes me feel alright, alright, alright, alright, alright... Oh-oh! to the top

If There Is Something (Bryan Ferry)

If there is something That I might find Look around corners Try to find peace of mind, I say "Where would you go If you were me? Trying to keep a straight course is not easy"

Somebody special Looking at me Same kind of reaction Warning about me What it might try to be Too easy to say Being specific's just a game It's just a game-ame-ame-ame

I would do anything for you I would come all day I would swim all the oceans blue I would walk a thousand miles Reveal my secrets More than enough for me to share I will put roses around your door Sit in the garden Growing potatoes by the score

Shake your head girl, with your ponytail Takes me right back [when you were young] Throw your precious gifts into the air Watch them fall down [when you were young]

Lift up - lift up your feet and put them on the ground You used to walk upon [when you were young]

Lift up - lift up your feet and put them on the ground The hills were higher [when you were young]

Lift up - lift up your feet and put them on the ground The trees were taller then [when you were young]

Lift up - lift up your feet and put them on the ground The grass was greener [when you were young]

Your love could feel you with devotion Used to walk upon [when you were young] to the top

Amlapura (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Hey-hey it's the tall sail On a beach reach for java Make way for to Java Watching for Boogies Hey-hey it's a dreaming I would burn you if you should die Hey-hey I would burn too If you should lie upon that bamboo pyre

I dream of Amlapura Never saw in all my life a more shining jewel I dream of Amlapura Of an ocean or dream of a princess in stone

Hey-hey golden roses around A rajah's mouth Hey-hey all the dead children buried standing A flying Dutchman Smoking gun and spice wind

I dream of Amlapura Never saw in all my life a more shining jewel I dream of Amlapura Of an ocean or dream of a princess in stone

I dream of Amlapura Of a princess in stone Hey-hey it's a tall ship Hey-hey Hey-hey Amlapura to the top

Betty Wrong (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Till the sun blisters and sprays And every lamb ceases to graze When the kiss of the comb Tears my face from the bone

I'll be your light When the shadows fall down the walls Then life will be done And it just won't matter at all

I was caught from a hand Nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams Now your breath fills my step Now there is you till life is gone

I'll be your light When the shadows fall down the walls Then life will be done And it just won't matter at all

I'll roll your ball Till the stars can't make me cry Then life will be done And it just won't matter at all Not at all

When the kiss of the comb Tears my face to the top

You Can't Talk (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels/Hunt Sales/Tony Sales)

Beauty shrieks "Beast in booties" Coming home so lay the table Look at you calling shots Call you over under out

I was under, backwards, forwards Holding hands in the dark Kissing some, kissing cousins Kissing this in cover Kissing cousins, kissing that

Over under out Over under out Over under out

You can't talk You can't see me drowning You can't talk I don't see you swimming You can't talk You want go your way You can't talk I know you don't love me

Look at this heart's a poppin' Guess it's over Crazy action mine's a breakin' Guess it's over (Here we go)

You can't talk You can't see me drowning You can't talk I don't see you swimming You can't talk You want go your way You can't talk I know you don't love me

Oh-oh-oh

Beauty shrieks 'Beast in booties' Coming home so lay the table Look at you calling shots Call you over under out I was under, backwards, forwards Holding hands in the dark Kissing some, kissing cousins Kissing this

You can't talk You can't see me drowning You can't talk I don't see you swimming You can't talk You want go your way You can't talk I know you don't love me (twice)

You can't talk (twice) I know you don't love me (repeat ad inf) to the top

Stateside (Hunt Sales/David Bowie)

I'm going home I've been gone much too long She said she missed me Since I been gone I'll be back soon Ain't no doubt 'Cause she said she wanted my loving, my loving

No holding back I'm going home No holding back I'm going home I'm going stateside with my convictions (twice)

I said I'm coming home soon I don't know when It will be sometime soon Sooner than I thought I'd be I thought I'd be I thought I'd be stateside sooner than later

Marilyn inflatables home on the range Where the living is easy on a horse with no name Kennedy convertibles home on the range Where the suffering comes easy on a blonde with no brain I'm going stateside I'm going stateside

I'm going home It's been so long She said she missed me And all the fun we've had I think it be the best way She said she missed me in Every, every way, so

No holding back I'm going home No holding back I'm going home I'm going stateside with my convictions (twice)

I've been gone so long I've been gone, I've been gone I'm missing you

Marilyn inflatables home on the range Where the living is easy on a horse with no name Kennedy convertibles home on the range Where the suffering comes easy on a ten dollar raise I'm going stateside I'm going stateside to the top

Shopping For Girls (David Bowie/Reeves Gabrels)

Between the dead ring ash of extreme defence The lonely groups of company boys Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins These are children riding naked on their tourist pals While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal And he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room Talking 'bout his family and the cold back home

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable None over here reads the papers pal 'tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls

A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard Cranking up the volume of a Michael Jackson song

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable None over here reads the papers pal 'tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls

Where the frangipani scents the air She mouths a word that breaks his stare He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak "That's a mighty big word for a nine year old"

Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable None over here reads the papers pal 'tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls

Shopping for girls, shopping for girls

You gaze down into her eyes for a million miles You wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll to the top

A Big Hurt (David Bowie)

??Vemy-shi?? To meet her once just to know it through and through I know, I know But it ain't finished till the fat lady sings I know, I know

How can I help you? You're just a wanna-be I'm a believer You're a sex receiver And me with a big hurt You know I had a big hurt From the very start I'm hurting so bad 'Cause you're my roommate from hell

Got to take some blows on the stepping stones Speak in extremes It'll save you time You were a saint abroad But a devil at home Come on here, woo-woo And kiss it for me

To meet her once just to know it through and through I know, I know Even a glass eye in a duck's ass can see that I know, I know

How can I help you? I'm hit with a big hurt You know I had A great big hurt From the very start I'm hurting so bad And here come the indians oooo

Got to take some blows on the stepping stones Speak in extremes It'll save you time You were a saint abroad But a devil at home Come on here, woo-woo And kiss it for me

Kiss it for me, woo-woo Kiss it for me Woo-woo, kiss it for me Come on here, woo-woo Kiss it for me Kiss it where it counts Kiss it for me Come on here, woo-woo Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo Kiss it for me I know to the top

Sorry (Hunt Sales)

Time is tight love always gets in the way I'm sorry

Didn't mean to hurt you but I always do I'm sorry I'm so sorry

I'm so sorry I'm sorry You know I am

Well my eyes are pinned and my money's spent I'm sorry You know I'm sorry I wouldn't do for me what I would for for you Would you forgive me I'm sorry I'm so sorry

I guess I've thrown it away I've thrown it away Didn't mean to do it that way I'm sorry Time is so tight And I mean it if I say I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry

I'm sorry I'm sor-rrr-ry You know I am to the top

Goodbye Mr. Ed (David Bowie/Hunt Sales/Tony Sales)

The ghost of Manhattoes Shrieking as they fall From AT&T Someone sees it all Goodbye Mr. Ed Andy's skull enshrined In a shopping mall near Queens Someone sees it all

Icarus takes his pratfall Bruegel on his head Goodbye Mr. Ed

Four and twenty black kids Some of them are blind Someone sees it all Tolerance of violence By the fellows with no heads Goodbye Mr. Ed

Some things are so big They make no sense Histories so small People are so dense Someone sees it all Goodbye Mr. Ed (twice)

Never mind the Pistols They laid the Golem eggs Others came to hatch them Outside the pale Someone sees it all Goodbye Mr. Ed to the top

Hammerhead (David Bowie/Hunt Sales)

I should never call her Heartbreakers, never kill But she's been New Zealand on another trip Have you felt like Dixon And Ray, and Ali

Hit me Hit me baby On the camera Take me in I'm going down Hit me baby You win Your the very tough with a long past

Your a hammerhead Sweet thing Goldwyn drive Keep it all stuck on here She's all black or white Don't tell her where I'm livin'

Hit me Hit me baby She got me ruined She's a bore She fell apart Oh, oh, ooh She's so fabulous Just like Cher It was life at the top You would be I

She's a hammerhead Sweet thing

She's a hammerhead I mention her hammerhead oh, oh, ooh

Hit me Hit me baby

She's a hammerhead Sweet thing

Hit me Hit me baby Drop my folly into the night Enter the dragon oh, oh, ooh

She's so fabulous Just like Cher It was life at the top It would be I

She's a hammerhead Sweet thing She's a hammerhead Mention her hammerhead oh, oh, ooh to the top

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