Lyrics David Bowie – Eight Line Poem
Text:
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They’ve opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky
Album
David Bowie – David Bowie - Hunky Dory
David Bowie – Bombers
David Bowie – The Bewlay Brothers
David Bowie – Queen Bitch
David Bowie – Song For Bob Dylan
David Bowie – Andy Warhol
David Bowie – Fill Your Heart
David Bowie – Quicksand
David Bowie – Kooks
David Bowie – Life On Mars?
David Bowie – Eight Line Poem
David Bowie – Oh! You Pretty Things
David Bowie – Changes