The Supermen

David Bowie

When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear their endless tragic lives
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity, wondrous beings chained to life

Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a supergod cries

Where all were minds in uni-thought
Power weird by mystics taught
No pain, no joy, no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumbers
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
A man would tear his brother's flesh, a chance to die
To turn to mold.

Far out in the red-skies
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod cries

Far out in the red-skies
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange, mad celebration
So softly a supergod dies



Album: The Man Who Sold the World: Remasterizado (1971)
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Ano: 1971
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