Leon tape (outside outtakes) full lyrics inside - still searching for more material

Leon tape (outside outtakes) full lyrics inside - still searching for more material

Joined: December 11th, 2003, 10:12 pm

May 1st, 2012, 12:19 pm #1

i sat down and wrote out the full lyrics of all the Leon material in my possession since it couldn't find full lyrics for it anywhere online. Every now and then i scan the internet trying to find more of this material but usually without any luck. the below lyrics is everything i have (years of searching). i know there is more out there (the very elusive 70 min lossless disc - circulated by the mysterious inner circle of bowie fandom). if anyone has anything that is not listed below i will be very interested in hearing from you. if there are any mistakes in the lyrics please advise. i would also be interested if anyone is aware of the names of the other narrators. i have tried to include names where i know them.
hopefully Bowie will officially release this material in the future.
thanks guys

EDIT - 15/01/2016

I have updated the lyrics to include the (relatively) newly discovered 72 minutes of high quality material, see thread:
http://www.network54.com/Forum/8980/thr ... 8397/6?p=1

download the tracks here -https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3qoa6 ... sp=sharing - courtesy of Mist001(Michael)

I have changed the track order out of personal preference.

I believe these lyrics are very accurate, except for the very final section of Track 3 'Nothing to be desired, Leon lift up your eyes'. The later part of this section seems like it might be in a foreign language.

Rest in peace David, much love.

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Leon Tape - Full lyrics

Track 1 Suite - Leon takes us Outside
Movements (The First Time, OK Riot, I’d rather be Chrome, We’ll Creep Together)


Engel!

(Leon Blank)
Mid-winter, Valentines Day, 25th June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 1
Mid-winter, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Michaelmas, August, Wednesday, 13th,
October 13th, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1,
Late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16
August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June.

19 January, Mid-winter

Wire, Wire
Fire, Wire
Wire

The first time that I felt your grace
A tear ran down my cheek
The first time that I saw the boil
Put it on the neck

(Nathan Adler)
I never see English anymore,
Last time I saw him he was standing
By a pile by cantaloupes under the lamp light
I look up at the blood red sky
And I saw the words ‘Ramona A. Stone’

As sure as you can see the nose on my face
Or the graze on my arm
Or the boil on my neck
Or the foot on my ankle
Or the car on my garage
Or the wife on my kitchen
Or a cloud in the sky
Or a cow in a field
Or the sun and the moon
Holy sun!

We go through the crowd,
In oxford town
Moving on the sidewalk,
Faces to the ground

Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town

Oooo..
Ba, ba
Oooo,,
Ba, ba
etc.

Yeah, you got a breath-filled crowd here tonight, Eli.

(Nathan Adler)
Someone once said;
That beauty is only deep skin
Why, its always been a stone in my flesh
I’ll tell you that for nothing
You’re better off without it
I mean who eats the hard skin now?
It ain’t Ramona A Stone that’s for sure
That don’t wanna bitch is hanging around
Cannibals producing shots of white babies
Fastened to the arms of blind heifers (?)

All the babies are left at home
The babies are left at home
And the sky’s made of chrome
A breath filled sky and its made of chrome

There was a night of an OK riot
She swam along the street
With her waving hair and her research grieves
OK riot, OK riot

It was an OK riot
With wavy hair
OK riot
It was an OK riot
OK riot
With waving hair
Shock and wok babies and their hearts
A block of black decay in the room
O what a room it was, O what a room
What a womb, what a tomb it became
I’d rather be an OK riot
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Than stay here at home

Don’t go near the bones
Leon can you hear?
Get away Julie don’t go there
There’s really a lot to fear

Be a breath filled crowd
They might be super loud
They eat the hard skin and they sit on lamp light
The white man, black man wow!

I’d rather be chrome
Yeah, I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be sitting on a cloud
I’d rather be 8 foot loud
I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Well I’ll bitch slap her home

I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be
Gonna, gonna, gonna be chrome
Gonna be chrome
Beauty is a stone
I wanna be chrome
I wanna be, wanna be chrome

(crowd cheering)

Friends of the trust, you’ve been a breath-filled cry tonight
You’ve been positively fly boys
We are surely on our way
Upon that super highway of information
As far I’m concerned, you are all...
Number 1...
Packet sniffers!

(crowd cheers)

So sing with me

(Algeria Touchshriek)
We’ll, (Cough)
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll find the small things, you and I
We’ll just have small friends, you and I
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together
We’ll end together
We’ll end together, you and I

(Nathan Adler)
Humph, As far as I was concerned,
There was always the slime end
Of the silicone chip-biz
It seems that Ramona and Leon had just
Spiralled down into the cesspool.
Like I always say,
Person who loses a name, feels anxiety descending

But hey, if I heard it right,
She was always behaving like some ‘don’t wanna bitch’
She was a well-blind woman,
He was a well-intentioned man
This makes for a bad end
As I always said, it would end in chrome.
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself

O Ramona, can you hear me?
O Ramona

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Track 2 Suite - I Am With Name
Movements (I am With Name, Hide Me, We’ll Creep Together)

To be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(Ramona A. Stone)
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
A night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name, I am with name
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
And she should say:
Twitch and stream, It'll end in chrome
The night of the female good time drone
I am with name,
I am Ramona A. Stone

And she should say:

A person who loses a name
Feels anxiety descending
Left at the crossroads between the centuries
A millennium fetish

I am with name, I am with name,
I am Ramona A Stone
I am with name
Night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
And she should say
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
anxiety descending, anxiety descending

I won’t eat me
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She cant take them
It will do less
He said tell it
He said smell this
He should do less
He should be there

She cant hide me
He said do less
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She cant eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He said be there
I won’t kill that
It will be there
She cant eat me
I won’t hide me

It will tell me
He said hide me
I won’t be there
He said hide me
He said be there
I won’t hide me
They won’t smell this
He should hide me
I won’t kill that
It will take them
They won’t tell it
She cant feed them
They won’t hide me
He should hide me

They won’t hide me
She cant be there
It will hide me
He should eat me
He should take them
He should take them
I wont kill that
They won’t be there

They won’t tell it
I won’t take them
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me

They won’t do less
He said tell it
They won’t take them
It will hide me

(inaudible)
It will smell THIS!

They won’t kill that
He should hide me
I won’t hide me
She can’t be there

I won’t tell it
I won’t eat me
They won’t tell it
He should smell this

He said be there
He should kill that
I will take them
They won’t eat me

She can’t eat me
I won’t hide me
They won’t do less
He should eat me
He should hide

They won’t smell this
SHE CAN’T TELL IT!
I WON’T BE THERE!
He should eat me!
He said tell it! He said tell it!
He said tell it!

Smell this...
Smell this...

(Nathan Adler)
Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer, or finger hacker
This old guy didn't know from shit about ‘challenge response systems’
He was waay back in the age of cellular clones
We knew that Ramona A Stone was selling interest drugs, magic cookies
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was a rowder(?) and a swapper,
She was, if you don't mind me saying so, a fuckin update demon
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began...

(Ramona A. Stone)
I was Ramona A. Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste - in a tunnel
But I've been having a midi-life crisis
And I've been dreaming of sleep and ape men with metal parts
I've spat upon deeply felt age
Hmmm... come to life dear(?) The goddess

I’ve hid my hearts in under a freckham(?) sky
I’ve hit the funny coloured English (scream)
Ohhh...
We’ll creep together you and I
We know who our small friend are
My this is, a crazy world
At this time, you could think of me as a 'syllannibal(?)
Someone who eats their own words

We’ll creep together
We’ll creep together, you and I
We’ll creep together, you and I
Just a trip of the tongue
From a slump male
A mumble slouch unreal
(Sigh) maybe a trip on the hug..

We’ll creep together, you and I
Way back in the Laugh Hotel
I'll reel out the window
You die for diamonds
But you won't live for love

Shes a don’t wanna bitch
Purveys like a don’t wanna bitch
She’s a don’t wanna bitch
But she, is all I’ve got

I am with rose, I am with babies
I am with chrome
I am Ramona A. Stone
I am Ramona A. Stone
It’ll end in chrome
This is The Chrome, this is The Chrome
My friends, The Chrome

(Nathan Adler)
Then there was nothing left to do but to bring on the Nut (knot?) Soldiers
Round up the packet sniffers
And clear up what remained of that sensational mouth(?)
It’s sensational her mouth(?) just a little untight(sic)
Excuse me while I wax poetic
The ashes that ran, fleshy debris and silicone chip-bits
Electrocutes the evil and smells
Thank you,
For me its like plain chaos, and I am the fixer.

Thank you very much, umm...
Well, thank you very much...

Well you asked for them
So here they are - The Leet Soldiers!

Twist fly boy, Twist fly boy,
Brace for me, Twist fly boy
Wrecked, flexed, heaven erect,
Brace for ready, go fly boy, Twist fly boy
Twist hardware, Twist hardware,
Fleece the ziplock, twist hardware, twist
(inaudible) brace through, melt them (inaudible)
Fly boy, fly boy, fly boy twist ect.

At this time before you’s could say boo to the goose
Leon was up on that oh so heavy party stage, with a criss criss machete
He could not wait for 12 o’clock, midnight
He slashes around cuts a zero in everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
I says to myself Whoa! Quelle courage!
What nerve!

They won’t kill that
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She can’t take them
It will do this
He said tell it
He said smell this

He should do less

He should be there
She can’t hide me
He said do this
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She can’t eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He should be there
He should do less

Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Someday, someday
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Don’t make me laugh!
A 19th century railroad that passes through the badlands of the Old West
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Do not make me laugh!

It was a great conversation.

Hey Funny, say goodnight - Say goodnight
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny
Say ‘goodnight’ funny, Say ‘goodnight’ funny
No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’, No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’
Say ‘goodnight’ funny’, say ‘goodnight’ funny
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny

Hey hey, here we are back at the Laugh Hotel!

I was sittin there at the Laugh Hotel the other night looking for window demons,
When out comes this Leon in a jungle weed,
A mop of the slouch unreal maybe triple locker(?) ,
a trip of the tongue from the slump male

(Algeria Touchshriek)
I’m Mr. Touchshriek of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
And I sells egg shells off the sheshores and empty females
I met Leon Hunt...
Bit of a dark spiral with no end, I thought
Sunday mail over with his deeply felt greys.

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Track 3 Suite - Nothing To Be Desired
Movements (Nothing To Be Desired, Hello Leon, The Enemy is Fragile, Leon Lift up your Eyes)

to be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(The Artist/Minotaur)
What are you in terror of?
Life needn’t step on baby fingers
The minutes fall, and the demons
Find their ways unencumbered, half dead,
Poisoned by their own fatal art
Each dirty tune produces
Its own nobility of form
Each pays a different piper, a daft pauper
O machine, how did we fail thee?
I guess I feel like a machine
That cannot be cranked anymore
My gabbers(?) are broken and bent,
Like a wall strangled by Ivy...

(Nathan Adler)
I remember a dame called Ivy
Drove around on a hearse
Someway south in Oxford town
Near the mosque
Graffiti, cappuccino, you name it
They had it all, those were the days
In those days everyone was psycho-political
What a humbug packet sniffers they are now
Take Leon... please!

(Baby Grace Blue)
I think were stuck in a web
A sort of... nerve net
As it were a sort of... nerve internet, as it were

Scum, red dog, red dog, scum, red dog, scum red dog, red dog scum red dog

We might be here, for quite a long time, here
In this web... or internet, as it were

And and and and red dog

Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away

(Acolytes)
The editors have done an excellent job,
The selections are generous,
The notations are scrupulously scholarly
To believe that the quality of a CD-ROM
Can be conveyed through translation
May seem presumptuous
But I believe the enterprise is greatly successful

This is a magnificent achievement
A major triumph of Walloff music
A truly precious edition to the sum total
Of Walloff in English

The editorial apparatus of this CD-ROM
Leaves nothing to be desired

The editorial apparatus of this CD
Leaves nothing to be desired
It leaves nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
anymore

Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your
Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
And there's nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing
If not dishy

Nothing to be desired
Nothing
Nothing to be desired
It's not mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing

In far off California, there is no natural plan
Its mighty branching, and its preponderant boughs
Weigh heavy on a Sontag morning

(Baby Grace Blue)
Umm.. Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And, there was, umm
It was like phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these...
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking very, too, bit too fast like a brain patch
Like I’ve got this so..(sigh)
This soul brain patch, and its got...
I got the shakers on it with this neuro-transmit.. (sigh)
And ah.. they won’t let me see anybody
Except the breeders in the enclave
And the check players, and I can still hear some....
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can still hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks, and they say what...
They say what were...um...What were you doing?
What was I doing when I saw the small friends?
And I said that (cough),
I’ve been watching a television of, a television of
Geoffrey’s ‘Eat the Breast’ about, um.. the British revolution
And something about the second protector, er...
Was a news coaster in err.. the homelands
Yes, the new homelands, Um..
And then I recognized the small friends
because one of them was a very infamous, and
He was a grand visionary, He was the grand visionary
The one who was on a television, um..
Who made soul patches the law, and..
That’s all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And to worship the lot,
And I think something is going to be horrid...

(Ramona A. Stone)
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
I gave up flogging in Oxford
The enemy is fragile
The enemy is fragile, ohhh
Who has seen this furious man?
Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?

It was just a fading photograph drunk on the black leather sofa,
Glass fronted, forgotten by the last tenant.

Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Who has seen this furious man?
The enemy is fragile
But he has no, has no
The enemy is fragile
The enemy has always been here
You could have been fighting to the death, but nooo
Well wrap up and we’ll go dancing Leon
Dance fishing?
Something in her mouth
There’s something in her mouth
Something mysterious
There’s something in her mouth
Between... patois and Beckett
I bet it is a speech

(The Artist/Minotaur)
Sample techniques, exponents of the greatest ‘walla bang’ of the 21st century
Phase techniques, and rich 21st century Spanish incantations

You are. a permutation
You are. a patois
You are. Chinese poetry
You are. something mysterious
You are. speech delay
You are. patois and Beckett
You are. fighting to the death
You are. flogging
You are. something really fishy
You are. whisperings
You are. swarming

(Algeria Touchshriek)
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
I sell egg shells off the shesores and empty females

I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide intellect
He is a broken man
I am also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations

Possibly, just maybe... after a nice cup of tea
From a trip of the tongue
We’ll creep together, down a memory lane
And then we’ll be young
And full of bubbly ambition
Instead of the slump males that we are
Looking through windows for demons
Watching the young advancing all electric

A small shop on the corner is really no more
Than the dark spiral with no end
I’m in a street behind the museum of modern parts
The buildings are close together
No more than 10 feet between one side
Of the street, and the other
There’s not much in the way of daylight
But at least we don’t get the rain... Which is a blessing

Some of the houses still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to... anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken man
Oh, I dream of something like that
Not sure if they're from this country or not (faint fade-out)

I mean, who am I supposed to be driving?

(Acolytes)
A snapper, with a fatal heart
Who resents all stupid questions
Ramona A. Stone put her arms around a boy
The golden boy with a lion’s heart
The boy who lives outside
An urchin among immortals
Leon! Lift up your eyes!
The very stars are calling
Your name is Leon, Leon is your name!
Murder you will do!

Leon, lift up your eyes
For sun drenched us out
Lift up your eyes
The sun drenched us out
Iman saw the great fizzle
Shizzle, Nostrich
He can....Whoa...
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
And knock you this
(Inaudible maybe a foreign language)
Pellets fall..
Pellets fall..
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal

etc.
Last edited by The_Loneliest_Guy on January 15th, 2016, 3:43 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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May 1st, 2012, 12:29 pm #2

Thanks, that's brilliant. A labour of love!

I was playing the Outside Rehearsal - Id rather be chrome, last night and coincidentally searched the net for the lyrics - couldn't find any, anywhere.

A lot of this seems 'off the cuff' to me....

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May 1st, 2012, 1:06 pm #3

definitely a labour of love. the whole way it leaked was a recipe for disaster and confusion - with dozens of chopped up segments spread over many different places on the internet, and then people trying to splice it back together into some kind of coherent order which was often wrong. there are many different' bootlegs again of varying quality and weird track order. there is no official names for any of the tracks, no clear distinction between where one track ends an another begins.

if it was the collectors intention to confuse and infuriate fans, then he succeeded.

that 70 min lossless really is a holy grail for me. someone may even have a wealth of material just sitting on their hard drive somewhere, and have forgotten about it. they are sitting on a gem. appreciate any help guys. an official release may never happen. its been years!
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December 13th, 2013, 5:39 am #4

i sat down and wrote out the full lyrics of all the Leon material in my possession since it couldn't find full lyrics for it anywhere online. Every now and then i scan the internet trying to find more of this material but usually without any luck. the below lyrics is everything i have (years of searching). i know there is more out there (the very elusive 70 min lossless disc - circulated by the mysterious inner circle of bowie fandom). if anyone has anything that is not listed below i will be very interested in hearing from you. if there are any mistakes in the lyrics please advise. i would also be interested if anyone is aware of the names of the other narrators. i have tried to include names where i know them.
hopefully Bowie will officially release this material in the future.
thanks guys

EDIT - 15/01/2016

I have updated the lyrics to include the (relatively) newly discovered 72 minutes of high quality material, see thread:
http://www.network54.com/Forum/8980/thr ... 8397/6?p=1

download the tracks here -https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3qoa6 ... sp=sharing - courtesy of Mist001(Michael)

I have changed the track order out of personal preference.

I believe these lyrics are very accurate, except for the very final section of Track 3 'Nothing to be desired, Leon lift up your eyes'. The later part of this section seems like it might be in a foreign language.

Rest in peace David, much love.

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Leon Tape - Full lyrics

Track 1 Suite - Leon takes us Outside
Movements (The First Time, OK Riot, I’d rather be Chrome, We’ll Creep Together)


Engel!

(Leon Blank)
Mid-winter, Valentines Day, 25th June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 1
Mid-winter, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Michaelmas, August, Wednesday, 13th,
October 13th, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1,
Late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16
August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June.

19 January, Mid-winter

Wire, Wire
Fire, Wire
Wire

The first time that I felt your grace
A tear ran down my cheek
The first time that I saw the boil
Put it on the neck

(Nathan Adler)
I never see English anymore,
Last time I saw him he was standing
By a pile by cantaloupes under the lamp light
I look up at the blood red sky
And I saw the words ‘Ramona A. Stone’

As sure as you can see the nose on my face
Or the graze on my arm
Or the boil on my neck
Or the foot on my ankle
Or the car on my garage
Or the wife on my kitchen
Or a cloud in the sky
Or a cow in a field
Or the sun and the moon
Holy sun!

We go through the crowd,
In oxford town
Moving on the sidewalk,
Faces to the ground

Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town

Oooo..
Ba, ba
Oooo,,
Ba, ba
etc.

Yeah, you got a breath-filled crowd here tonight, Eli.

(Nathan Adler)
Someone once said;
That beauty is only deep skin
Why, its always been a stone in my flesh
I’ll tell you that for nothing
You’re better off without it
I mean who eats the hard skin now?
It ain’t Ramona A Stone that’s for sure
That don’t wanna bitch is hanging around
Cannibals producing shots of white babies
Fastened to the arms of blind heifers (?)

All the babies are left at home
The babies are left at home
And the sky’s made of chrome
A breath filled sky and its made of chrome

There was a night of an OK riot
She swam along the street
With her waving hair and her research grieves
OK riot, OK riot

It was an OK riot
With wavy hair
OK riot
It was an OK riot
OK riot
With waving hair
Shock and wok babies and their hearts
A block of black decay in the room
O what a room it was, O what a room
What a womb, what a tomb it became
I’d rather be an OK riot
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Than stay here at home

Don’t go near the bones
Leon can you hear?
Get away Julie don’t go there
There’s really a lot to fear

Be a breath filled crowd
They might be super loud
They eat the hard skin and they sit on lamp light
The white man, black man wow!

I’d rather be chrome
Yeah, I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be sitting on a cloud
I’d rather be 8 foot loud
I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Well I’ll bitch slap her home

I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be
Gonna, gonna, gonna be chrome
Gonna be chrome
Beauty is a stone
I wanna be chrome
I wanna be, wanna be chrome

(crowd cheering)

Friends of the trust, you’ve been a breath-filled cry tonight
You’ve been positively fly boys
We are surely on our way
Upon that super highway of information
As far I’m concerned, you are all...
Number 1...
Packet sniffers!

(crowd cheers)

So sing with me

(Algeria Touchshriek)
We’ll, (Cough)
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll find the small things, you and I
We’ll just have small friends, you and I
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together
We’ll end together
We’ll end together, you and I

(Nathan Adler)
Humph, As far as I was concerned,
There was always the slime end
Of the silicone chip-biz
It seems that Ramona and Leon had just
Spiralled down into the cesspool.
Like I always say,
Person who loses a name, feels anxiety descending

But hey, if I heard it right,
She was always behaving like some ‘don’t wanna bitch’
She was a well-blind woman,
He was a well-intentioned man
This makes for a bad end
As I always said, it would end in chrome.
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself

O Ramona, can you hear me?
O Ramona

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Track 2 Suite - I Am With Name
Movements (I am With Name, Hide Me, We’ll Creep Together)

To be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(Ramona A. Stone)
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
A night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name, I am with name
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
And she should say:
Twitch and stream, It'll end in chrome
The night of the female good time drone
I am with name,
I am Ramona A. Stone

And she should say:

A person who loses a name
Feels anxiety descending
Left at the crossroads between the centuries
A millennium fetish

I am with name, I am with name,
I am Ramona A Stone
I am with name
Night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
And she should say
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
anxiety descending, anxiety descending

I won’t eat me
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She cant take them
It will do less
He said tell it
He said smell this
He should do less
He should be there

She cant hide me
He said do less
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She cant eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He said be there
I won’t kill that
It will be there
She cant eat me
I won’t hide me

It will tell me
He said hide me
I won’t be there
He said hide me
He said be there
I won’t hide me
They won’t smell this
He should hide me
I won’t kill that
It will take them
They won’t tell it
She cant feed them
They won’t hide me
He should hide me

They won’t hide me
She cant be there
It will hide me
He should eat me
He should take them
He should take them
I wont kill that
They won’t be there

They won’t tell it
I won’t take them
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me

They won’t do less
He said tell it
They won’t take them
It will hide me

(inaudible)
It will smell THIS!

They won’t kill that
He should hide me
I won’t hide me
She can’t be there

I won’t tell it
I won’t eat me
They won’t tell it
He should smell this

He said be there
He should kill that
I will take them
They won’t eat me

She can’t eat me
I won’t hide me
They won’t do less
He should eat me
He should hide

They won’t smell this
SHE CAN’T TELL IT!
I WON’T BE THERE!
He should eat me!
He said tell it! He said tell it!
He said tell it!

Smell this...
Smell this...

(Nathan Adler)
Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer, or finger hacker
This old guy didn't know from shit about ‘challenge response systems’
He was waay back in the age of cellular clones
We knew that Ramona A Stone was selling interest drugs, magic cookies
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was a rowder(?) and a swapper,
She was, if you don't mind me saying so, a fuckin update demon
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began...

(Ramona A. Stone)
I was Ramona A. Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste - in a tunnel
But I've been having a midi-life crisis
And I've been dreaming of sleep and ape men with metal parts
I've spat upon deeply felt age
Hmmm... come to life dear(?) The goddess

I’ve hid my hearts in under a freckham(?) sky
I’ve hit the funny coloured English (scream)
Ohhh...
We’ll creep together you and I
We know who our small friend are
My this is, a crazy world
At this time, you could think of me as a 'syllannibal(?)
Someone who eats their own words

We’ll creep together
We’ll creep together, you and I
We’ll creep together, you and I
Just a trip of the tongue
From a slump male
A mumble slouch unreal
(Sigh) maybe a trip on the hug..

We’ll creep together, you and I
Way back in the Laugh Hotel
I'll reel out the window
You die for diamonds
But you won't live for love

Shes a don’t wanna bitch
Purveys like a don’t wanna bitch
She’s a don’t wanna bitch
But she, is all I’ve got

I am with rose, I am with babies
I am with chrome
I am Ramona A. Stone
I am Ramona A. Stone
It’ll end in chrome
This is The Chrome, this is The Chrome
My friends, The Chrome

(Nathan Adler)
Then there was nothing left to do but to bring on the Nut (knot?) Soldiers
Round up the packet sniffers
And clear up what remained of that sensational mouth(?)
It’s sensational her mouth(?) just a little untight(sic)
Excuse me while I wax poetic
The ashes that ran, fleshy debris and silicone chip-bits
Electrocutes the evil and smells
Thank you,
For me its like plain chaos, and I am the fixer.

Thank you very much, umm...
Well, thank you very much...

Well you asked for them
So here they are - The Leet Soldiers!

Twist fly boy, Twist fly boy,
Brace for me, Twist fly boy
Wrecked, flexed, heaven erect,
Brace for ready, go fly boy, Twist fly boy
Twist hardware, Twist hardware,
Fleece the ziplock, twist hardware, twist
(inaudible) brace through, melt them (inaudible)
Fly boy, fly boy, fly boy twist ect.

At this time before you’s could say boo to the goose
Leon was up on that oh so heavy party stage, with a criss criss machete
He could not wait for 12 o’clock, midnight
He slashes around cuts a zero in everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
I says to myself Whoa! Quelle courage!
What nerve!

They won’t kill that
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She can’t take them
It will do this
He said tell it
He said smell this

He should do less

He should be there
She can’t hide me
He said do this
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She can’t eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He should be there
He should do less

Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Someday, someday
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Don’t make me laugh!
A 19th century railroad that passes through the badlands of the Old West
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Do not make me laugh!

It was a great conversation.

Hey Funny, say goodnight - Say goodnight
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny
Say ‘goodnight’ funny, Say ‘goodnight’ funny
No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’, No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’
Say ‘goodnight’ funny’, say ‘goodnight’ funny
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny

Hey hey, here we are back at the Laugh Hotel!

I was sittin there at the Laugh Hotel the other night looking for window demons,
When out comes this Leon in a jungle weed,
A mop of the slouch unreal maybe triple locker(?) ,
a trip of the tongue from the slump male

(Algeria Touchshriek)
I’m Mr. Touchshriek of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
And I sells egg shells off the sheshores and empty females
I met Leon Hunt...
Bit of a dark spiral with no end, I thought
Sunday mail over with his deeply felt greys.

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Track 3 Suite - Nothing To Be Desired
Movements (Nothing To Be Desired, Hello Leon, The Enemy is Fragile, Leon Lift up your Eyes)

to be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(The Artist/Minotaur)
What are you in terror of?
Life needn’t step on baby fingers
The minutes fall, and the demons
Find their ways unencumbered, half dead,
Poisoned by their own fatal art
Each dirty tune produces
Its own nobility of form
Each pays a different piper, a daft pauper
O machine, how did we fail thee?
I guess I feel like a machine
That cannot be cranked anymore
My gabbers(?) are broken and bent,
Like a wall strangled by Ivy...

(Nathan Adler)
I remember a dame called Ivy
Drove around on a hearse
Someway south in Oxford town
Near the mosque
Graffiti, cappuccino, you name it
They had it all, those were the days
In those days everyone was psycho-political
What a humbug packet sniffers they are now
Take Leon... please!

(Baby Grace Blue)
I think were stuck in a web
A sort of... nerve net
As it were a sort of... nerve internet, as it were

Scum, red dog, red dog, scum, red dog, scum red dog, red dog scum red dog

We might be here, for quite a long time, here
In this web... or internet, as it were

And and and and red dog

Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away

(Acolytes)
The editors have done an excellent job,
The selections are generous,
The notations are scrupulously scholarly
To believe that the quality of a CD-ROM
Can be conveyed through translation
May seem presumptuous
But I believe the enterprise is greatly successful

This is a magnificent achievement
A major triumph of Walloff music
A truly precious edition to the sum total
Of Walloff in English

The editorial apparatus of this CD-ROM
Leaves nothing to be desired

The editorial apparatus of this CD
Leaves nothing to be desired
It leaves nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
anymore

Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your
Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
And there's nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing
If not dishy

Nothing to be desired
Nothing
Nothing to be desired
It's not mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing

In far off California, there is no natural plan
Its mighty branching, and its preponderant boughs
Weigh heavy on a Sontag morning

(Baby Grace Blue)
Umm.. Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And, there was, umm
It was like phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these...
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking very, too, bit too fast like a brain patch
Like I’ve got this so..(sigh)
This soul brain patch, and its got...
I got the shakers on it with this neuro-transmit.. (sigh)
And ah.. they won’t let me see anybody
Except the breeders in the enclave
And the check players, and I can still hear some....
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can still hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks, and they say what...
They say what were...um...What were you doing?
What was I doing when I saw the small friends?
And I said that (cough),
I’ve been watching a television of, a television of
Geoffrey’s ‘Eat the Breast’ about, um.. the British revolution
And something about the second protector, er...
Was a news coaster in err.. the homelands
Yes, the new homelands, Um..
And then I recognized the small friends
because one of them was a very infamous, and
He was a grand visionary, He was the grand visionary
The one who was on a television, um..
Who made soul patches the law, and..
That’s all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And to worship the lot,
And I think something is going to be horrid...

(Ramona A. Stone)
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
I gave up flogging in Oxford
The enemy is fragile
The enemy is fragile, ohhh
Who has seen this furious man?
Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?

It was just a fading photograph drunk on the black leather sofa,
Glass fronted, forgotten by the last tenant.

Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Who has seen this furious man?
The enemy is fragile
But he has no, has no
The enemy is fragile
The enemy has always been here
You could have been fighting to the death, but nooo
Well wrap up and we’ll go dancing Leon
Dance fishing?
Something in her mouth
There’s something in her mouth
Something mysterious
There’s something in her mouth
Between... patois and Beckett
I bet it is a speech

(The Artist/Minotaur)
Sample techniques, exponents of the greatest ‘walla bang’ of the 21st century
Phase techniques, and rich 21st century Spanish incantations

You are. a permutation
You are. a patois
You are. Chinese poetry
You are. something mysterious
You are. speech delay
You are. patois and Beckett
You are. fighting to the death
You are. flogging
You are. something really fishy
You are. whisperings
You are. swarming

(Algeria Touchshriek)
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
I sell egg shells off the shesores and empty females

I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide intellect
He is a broken man
I am also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations

Possibly, just maybe... after a nice cup of tea
From a trip of the tongue
We’ll creep together, down a memory lane
And then we’ll be young
And full of bubbly ambition
Instead of the slump males that we are
Looking through windows for demons
Watching the young advancing all electric

A small shop on the corner is really no more
Than the dark spiral with no end
I’m in a street behind the museum of modern parts
The buildings are close together
No more than 10 feet between one side
Of the street, and the other
There’s not much in the way of daylight
But at least we don’t get the rain... Which is a blessing

Some of the houses still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to... anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken man
Oh, I dream of something like that
Not sure if they're from this country or not (faint fade-out)

I mean, who am I supposed to be driving?

(Acolytes)
A snapper, with a fatal heart
Who resents all stupid questions
Ramona A. Stone put her arms around a boy
The golden boy with a lion’s heart
The boy who lives outside
An urchin among immortals
Leon! Lift up your eyes!
The very stars are calling
Your name is Leon, Leon is your name!
Murder you will do!

Leon, lift up your eyes
For sun drenched us out
Lift up your eyes
The sun drenched us out
Iman saw the great fizzle
Shizzle, Nostrich
He can....Whoa...
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
And knock you this
(Inaudible maybe a foreign language)
Pellets fall..
Pellets fall..
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal

etc.
Mind. Blowing. Bowie is in GREAT voice as always.
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December 13th, 2013, 6:25 am #5

Thanks Sparky.
Had to listen to some of that again.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AOiogRepP3Y
So, Bowie and Eno recorded 20 hours?
When is the rest going to get "sifted?"
I'm interested...

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December 13th, 2013, 10:49 am #6

These out-takes were originally released by 100% British who, one would expect has much more than what was released. The problems came in large doses when the Internet warriors out there tried to patch it all together the way they thought it was meant to be.

Plenty more is probly sitting around among a core group of collectors no doubt who enjoy having something nobody else has. I would be happy to contribute a financial sum if there were other fans happy to pay whoever it is that needs to be paid off in order to have more of this material released to fans in high quality.
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December 13th, 2013, 10:59 am #7

Fantastic - thank you! This is what BWW is all about.
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December 16th, 2013, 9:29 am #8

I don't think I've heard the outtake nothing to be desired, can anyone up this?

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December 16th, 2013, 9:43 am #9

Well, I can up it - but I can never download it

Just kidding - couldn't resist the play on words.

Money rules but greed can't think.
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December 16th, 2013, 12:25 pm #10

you're bonkers Q woman. with regard to your proposal to start a fund to pay off the snots who are sitting on this...check out this crazy proposal by Gail Zappa. She's trying to raise one million dollars before releasing a live gig by zappa...oddly enough the website was down for maintenance when I tried to visit it. it's a batshit crazy idea. she's basically trying to fleece 1,000 old skool fans...take a look at her email here:

http://www.glidemagazine.com/hiddentrac ... ecordings/

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December 16th, 2013, 1:00 pm #11

i found it on youtube. i hadn't actually heard that little segue...also found this on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL23CRklTi0


1. Outside Press Conference. 1.5 hrs!

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December 16th, 2013, 1:58 pm #12

why not start from scratch with a lyricizer? If you spend too much time on Bowie's randomized versions the universe bends into a Bowie-verse. We must emulate the spirit, not the letter of the man.


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December 18th, 2013, 11:01 pm #13


You do know that this is all rubbish? I hope the 20 hours of drivel never finds its way into any release. There isn't one moment where you think, 'david you fool, you should have released that as a single!'
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December 19th, 2013, 5:32 am #14

You are The Undisputed Loneliest Guy! What an immense effort - I might suggest that Mr. Bowie is saying "Leet" soldiers - he used a lot of slang from the early Internet days, and more apostrophes might be useful, but wonderful work!

"Schtum!"
"Schtum!"
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December 19th, 2013, 6:21 am #15

agreed Em, I think it is The Leet Soldiers...also could be domain nameserver (could find that out from the official booklet, but hey they don't always get them right either and anyway it's a play on words/accent).

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December 19th, 2013, 9:31 am #16

thank you Loneliest Guy - great labour of love and brilliant reading. Some of it borders on poetic brilliance for me . . .

Something in her mouth
Theres something in her mouth
Something mysterious
Theres something in her mouth
Between... patois and Beckett
I bet it is a speech
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December 19th, 2013, 9:35 am #17

does anyone have a dropfile or something with a definitive version of what's out? I missed an entire segue for years...in fact I've heard two segues that weren't on the configurations I had. I know it gets scrambled because of the way it was released...but I definitely want to listen to this at maximum volume when I get home from my horrible day...


to the people that have any more of this. stop being such peckerheads, cocksuckers and fucknuts...there's some good 'ol NYC slang for ya...

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December 19th, 2013, 4:50 pm #18

Re: Leon tape (outside outtakes) full lyrics inside - still searching for more material
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December 19th, 2013, 6:31 pm #19

You do know that this is all rubbish? I hope the 20 hours of drivel never finds its way into any release. There isn't one moment where you think, 'david you fool, you should have released that as a single!'
@BossofYou
No, what I've heard of it is brilliant and I love it. It is ridiculous to say that music is "rubbish" because none of it is the sort of music that "should have been released as a single". That would be to write off as "rubbish" the majority of all music ever composed or performed. It is also ridiculous to say that music is "rubbish" just because you don't like it or get it - which I suspect is what you actually mean when you say "rubbish". Presumably you don't like Outside either, or tracks like No One Calls or We Shall Go To Town - great tracks, but certainly not suitable for release as singles!
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December 20th, 2013, 12:13 am #20

Obviously music doesn't have to be a commercial single to be good. However, that said, Bowie has never produced even 45 minutes of music without something commercial in it, never mind 20 hours. I actually don't believe in the subjectivity of quality anyway. I think work that has a certain amount of craft in it, that does something you haven't heard before and is the fruit of some sort of effort is by and large objectively good. The outside tapes lack that. They are improvisations in front of a mic with random music played in the background. The are rubbish I think because they are just sketches or doodles to be thrown away. They are meant to be an experiment which might yield interesting juxtapositions or chance upon unexpected sounds to be used later. Bowie sifted through all of this material and used the interesting bits to develop the tracks which make up Outside. Some of the finished tracks are quite good. Like the Voyeur of Utter Destruction or We Prick You. However I also happen to think that most of the finished tracks on Outside are objectively mediocre too. The Motel, I have not been to Oxford Town and no Control just completely lack the usual craft you find in a Bowie lyric or Bowie tune. they are wandering and aimless and meaningless and those are the finished tracks. The 20 hours of improvisations which started it off are therefore even further away from being objectively good. The contemporaneous Tilt by Scott Walker unfortunately does better what Outside should have been doing. Taking your mind to weird places which you had never heard anywhere else. If you can't do that then at least have some singles. Outside however has neither which is why for me it is an elephantine folly.
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December 20th, 2013, 3:23 am #21

What exactly is in here? It says it needs the sharer's permission to download, which requires signing up for a 4share account....which I don't wanna do if it's stuff we already have, y'know? Not that I don't appreciate this, of course....just avoiding redundancy (sp?)
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December 20th, 2013, 7:01 am #22

Obviously music doesn't have to be a commercial single to be good. However, that said, Bowie has never produced even 45 minutes of music without something commercial in it, never mind 20 hours. I actually don't believe in the subjectivity of quality anyway. I think work that has a certain amount of craft in it, that does something you haven't heard before and is the fruit of some sort of effort is by and large objectively good. The outside tapes lack that. They are improvisations in front of a mic with random music played in the background. The are rubbish I think because they are just sketches or doodles to be thrown away. They are meant to be an experiment which might yield interesting juxtapositions or chance upon unexpected sounds to be used later. Bowie sifted through all of this material and used the interesting bits to develop the tracks which make up Outside. Some of the finished tracks are quite good. Like the Voyeur of Utter Destruction or We Prick You. However I also happen to think that most of the finished tracks on Outside are objectively mediocre too. The Motel, I have not been to Oxford Town and no Control just completely lack the usual craft you find in a Bowie lyric or Bowie tune. they are wandering and aimless and meaningless and those are the finished tracks. The 20 hours of improvisations which started it off are therefore even further away from being objectively good. The contemporaneous Tilt by Scott Walker unfortunately does better what Outside should have been doing. Taking your mind to weird places which you had never heard anywhere else. If you can't do that then at least have some singles. Outside however has neither which is why for me it is an elephantine folly.
elephantine folly. you sir are a complete doughnut.

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December 20th, 2013, 9:03 am #23

What exactly is in here? It says it needs the sharer's permission to download, which requires signing up for a 4share account....which I don't wanna do if it's stuff we already have, y'know? Not that I don't appreciate this, of course....just avoiding redundancy (sp?)
Files are public now.

Cheers,
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December 20th, 2013, 9:03 am #24

What exactly is in here? It says it needs the sharer's permission to download, which requires signing up for a 4share account....which I don't wanna do if it's stuff we already have, y'know? Not that I don't appreciate this, of course....just avoiding redundancy (sp?)
Double post sorry.


Cheers,
Jack
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December 20th, 2013, 6:29 pm #25

i sat down and wrote out the full lyrics of all the Leon material in my possession since it couldn't find full lyrics for it anywhere online. Every now and then i scan the internet trying to find more of this material but usually without any luck. the below lyrics is everything i have (years of searching). i know there is more out there (the very elusive 70 min lossless disc - circulated by the mysterious inner circle of bowie fandom). if anyone has anything that is not listed below i will be very interested in hearing from you. if there are any mistakes in the lyrics please advise. i would also be interested if anyone is aware of the names of the other narrators. i have tried to include names where i know them.
hopefully Bowie will officially release this material in the future.
thanks guys

EDIT - 15/01/2016

I have updated the lyrics to include the (relatively) newly discovered 72 minutes of high quality material, see thread:
http://www.network54.com/Forum/8980/thr ... 8397/6?p=1

download the tracks here -https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3qoa6 ... sp=sharing - courtesy of Mist001(Michael)

I have changed the track order out of personal preference.

I believe these lyrics are very accurate, except for the very final section of Track 3 'Nothing to be desired, Leon lift up your eyes'. The later part of this section seems like it might be in a foreign language.

Rest in peace David, much love.

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Leon Tape - Full lyrics

Track 1 Suite - Leon takes us Outside
Movements (The First Time, OK Riot, I’d rather be Chrome, We’ll Creep Together)


Engel!

(Leon Blank)
Mid-winter, Valentines Day, 25th June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 1
Mid-winter, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Michaelmas, August, Wednesday, 13th,
October 13th, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1,
Late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16
August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June.

19 January, Mid-winter

Wire, Wire
Fire, Wire
Wire

The first time that I felt your grace
A tear ran down my cheek
The first time that I saw the boil
Put it on the neck

(Nathan Adler)
I never see English anymore,
Last time I saw him he was standing
By a pile by cantaloupes under the lamp light
I look up at the blood red sky
And I saw the words ‘Ramona A. Stone’

As sure as you can see the nose on my face
Or the graze on my arm
Or the boil on my neck
Or the foot on my ankle
Or the car on my garage
Or the wife on my kitchen
Or a cloud in the sky
Or a cow in a field
Or the sun and the moon
Holy sun!

We go through the crowd,
In oxford town
Moving on the sidewalk,
Faces to the ground

Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town

Oooo..
Ba, ba
Oooo,,
Ba, ba
etc.

Yeah, you got a breath-filled crowd here tonight, Eli.

(Nathan Adler)
Someone once said;
That beauty is only deep skin
Why, its always been a stone in my flesh
I’ll tell you that for nothing
You’re better off without it
I mean who eats the hard skin now?
It ain’t Ramona A Stone that’s for sure
That don’t wanna bitch is hanging around
Cannibals producing shots of white babies
Fastened to the arms of blind heifers (?)

All the babies are left at home
The babies are left at home
And the sky’s made of chrome
A breath filled sky and its made of chrome

There was a night of an OK riot
She swam along the street
With her waving hair and her research grieves
OK riot, OK riot

It was an OK riot
With wavy hair
OK riot
It was an OK riot
OK riot
With waving hair
Shock and wok babies and their hearts
A block of black decay in the room
O what a room it was, O what a room
What a womb, what a tomb it became
I’d rather be an OK riot
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Than stay here at home

Don’t go near the bones
Leon can you hear?
Get away Julie don’t go there
There’s really a lot to fear

Be a breath filled crowd
They might be super loud
They eat the hard skin and they sit on lamp light
The white man, black man wow!

I’d rather be chrome
Yeah, I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be sitting on a cloud
I’d rather be 8 foot loud
I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Well I’ll bitch slap her home

I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be
Gonna, gonna, gonna be chrome
Gonna be chrome
Beauty is a stone
I wanna be chrome
I wanna be, wanna be chrome

(crowd cheering)

Friends of the trust, you’ve been a breath-filled cry tonight
You’ve been positively fly boys
We are surely on our way
Upon that super highway of information
As far I’m concerned, you are all...
Number 1...
Packet sniffers!

(crowd cheers)

So sing with me

(Algeria Touchshriek)
We’ll, (Cough)
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll find the small things, you and I
We’ll just have small friends, you and I
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together
We’ll end together
We’ll end together, you and I

(Nathan Adler)
Humph, As far as I was concerned,
There was always the slime end
Of the silicone chip-biz
It seems that Ramona and Leon had just
Spiralled down into the cesspool.
Like I always say,
Person who loses a name, feels anxiety descending

But hey, if I heard it right,
She was always behaving like some ‘don’t wanna bitch’
She was a well-blind woman,
He was a well-intentioned man
This makes for a bad end
As I always said, it would end in chrome.
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself

O Ramona, can you hear me?
O Ramona

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Track 2 Suite - I Am With Name
Movements (I am With Name, Hide Me, We’ll Creep Together)

To be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(Ramona A. Stone)
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
A night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name, I am with name
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
And she should say:
Twitch and stream, It'll end in chrome
The night of the female good time drone
I am with name,
I am Ramona A. Stone

And she should say:

A person who loses a name
Feels anxiety descending
Left at the crossroads between the centuries
A millennium fetish

I am with name, I am with name,
I am Ramona A Stone
I am with name
Night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
And she should say
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
anxiety descending, anxiety descending

I won’t eat me
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She cant take them
It will do less
He said tell it
He said smell this
He should do less
He should be there

She cant hide me
He said do less
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She cant eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He said be there
I won’t kill that
It will be there
She cant eat me
I won’t hide me

It will tell me
He said hide me
I won’t be there
He said hide me
He said be there
I won’t hide me
They won’t smell this
He should hide me
I won’t kill that
It will take them
They won’t tell it
She cant feed them
They won’t hide me
He should hide me

They won’t hide me
She cant be there
It will hide me
He should eat me
He should take them
He should take them
I wont kill that
They won’t be there

They won’t tell it
I won’t take them
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me

They won’t do less
He said tell it
They won’t take them
It will hide me

(inaudible)
It will smell THIS!

They won’t kill that
He should hide me
I won’t hide me
She can’t be there

I won’t tell it
I won’t eat me
They won’t tell it
He should smell this

He said be there
He should kill that
I will take them
They won’t eat me

She can’t eat me
I won’t hide me
They won’t do less
He should eat me
He should hide

They won’t smell this
SHE CAN’T TELL IT!
I WON’T BE THERE!
He should eat me!
He said tell it! He said tell it!
He said tell it!

Smell this...
Smell this...

(Nathan Adler)
Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer, or finger hacker
This old guy didn't know from shit about ‘challenge response systems’
He was waay back in the age of cellular clones
We knew that Ramona A Stone was selling interest drugs, magic cookies
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was a rowder(?) and a swapper,
She was, if you don't mind me saying so, a fuckin update demon
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began...

(Ramona A. Stone)
I was Ramona A. Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste - in a tunnel
But I've been having a midi-life crisis
And I've been dreaming of sleep and ape men with metal parts
I've spat upon deeply felt age
Hmmm... come to life dear(?) The goddess

I’ve hid my hearts in under a freckham(?) sky
I’ve hit the funny coloured English (scream)
Ohhh...
We’ll creep together you and I
We know who our small friend are
My this is, a crazy world
At this time, you could think of me as a 'syllannibal(?)
Someone who eats their own words

We’ll creep together
We’ll creep together, you and I
We’ll creep together, you and I
Just a trip of the tongue
From a slump male
A mumble slouch unreal
(Sigh) maybe a trip on the hug..

We’ll creep together, you and I
Way back in the Laugh Hotel
I'll reel out the window
You die for diamonds
But you won't live for love

Shes a don’t wanna bitch
Purveys like a don’t wanna bitch
She’s a don’t wanna bitch
But she, is all I’ve got

I am with rose, I am with babies
I am with chrome
I am Ramona A. Stone
I am Ramona A. Stone
It’ll end in chrome
This is The Chrome, this is The Chrome
My friends, The Chrome

(Nathan Adler)
Then there was nothing left to do but to bring on the Nut (knot?) Soldiers
Round up the packet sniffers
And clear up what remained of that sensational mouth(?)
It’s sensational her mouth(?) just a little untight(sic)
Excuse me while I wax poetic
The ashes that ran, fleshy debris and silicone chip-bits
Electrocutes the evil and smells
Thank you,
For me its like plain chaos, and I am the fixer.

Thank you very much, umm...
Well, thank you very much...

Well you asked for them
So here they are - The Leet Soldiers!

Twist fly boy, Twist fly boy,
Brace for me, Twist fly boy
Wrecked, flexed, heaven erect,
Brace for ready, go fly boy, Twist fly boy
Twist hardware, Twist hardware,
Fleece the ziplock, twist hardware, twist
(inaudible) brace through, melt them (inaudible)
Fly boy, fly boy, fly boy twist ect.

At this time before you’s could say boo to the goose
Leon was up on that oh so heavy party stage, with a criss criss machete
He could not wait for 12 o’clock, midnight
He slashes around cuts a zero in everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
I says to myself Whoa! Quelle courage!
What nerve!

They won’t kill that
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She can’t take them
It will do this
He said tell it
He said smell this

He should do less

He should be there
She can’t hide me
He said do this
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She can’t eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He should be there
He should do less

Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Someday, someday
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Don’t make me laugh!
A 19th century railroad that passes through the badlands of the Old West
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Do not make me laugh!

It was a great conversation.

Hey Funny, say goodnight - Say goodnight
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny
Say ‘goodnight’ funny, Say ‘goodnight’ funny
No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’, No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’
Say ‘goodnight’ funny’, say ‘goodnight’ funny
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny

Hey hey, here we are back at the Laugh Hotel!

I was sittin there at the Laugh Hotel the other night looking for window demons,
When out comes this Leon in a jungle weed,
A mop of the slouch unreal maybe triple locker(?) ,
a trip of the tongue from the slump male

(Algeria Touchshriek)
I’m Mr. Touchshriek of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
And I sells egg shells off the sheshores and empty females
I met Leon Hunt...
Bit of a dark spiral with no end, I thought
Sunday mail over with his deeply felt greys.

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Track 3 Suite - Nothing To Be Desired
Movements (Nothing To Be Desired, Hello Leon, The Enemy is Fragile, Leon Lift up your Eyes)

to be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(The Artist/Minotaur)
What are you in terror of?
Life needn’t step on baby fingers
The minutes fall, and the demons
Find their ways unencumbered, half dead,
Poisoned by their own fatal art
Each dirty tune produces
Its own nobility of form
Each pays a different piper, a daft pauper
O machine, how did we fail thee?
I guess I feel like a machine
That cannot be cranked anymore
My gabbers(?) are broken and bent,
Like a wall strangled by Ivy...

(Nathan Adler)
I remember a dame called Ivy
Drove around on a hearse
Someway south in Oxford town
Near the mosque
Graffiti, cappuccino, you name it
They had it all, those were the days
In those days everyone was psycho-political
What a humbug packet sniffers they are now
Take Leon... please!

(Baby Grace Blue)
I think were stuck in a web
A sort of... nerve net
As it were a sort of... nerve internet, as it were

Scum, red dog, red dog, scum, red dog, scum red dog, red dog scum red dog

We might be here, for quite a long time, here
In this web... or internet, as it were

And and and and red dog

Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away

(Acolytes)
The editors have done an excellent job,
The selections are generous,
The notations are scrupulously scholarly
To believe that the quality of a CD-ROM
Can be conveyed through translation
May seem presumptuous
But I believe the enterprise is greatly successful

This is a magnificent achievement
A major triumph of Walloff music
A truly precious edition to the sum total
Of Walloff in English

The editorial apparatus of this CD-ROM
Leaves nothing to be desired

The editorial apparatus of this CD
Leaves nothing to be desired
It leaves nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
anymore

Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your
Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
And there's nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing
If not dishy

Nothing to be desired
Nothing
Nothing to be desired
It's not mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing

In far off California, there is no natural plan
Its mighty branching, and its preponderant boughs
Weigh heavy on a Sontag morning

(Baby Grace Blue)
Umm.. Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And, there was, umm
It was like phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these...
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking very, too, bit too fast like a brain patch
Like I’ve got this so..(sigh)
This soul brain patch, and its got...
I got the shakers on it with this neuro-transmit.. (sigh)
And ah.. they won’t let me see anybody
Except the breeders in the enclave
And the check players, and I can still hear some....
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can still hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks, and they say what...
They say what were...um...What were you doing?
What was I doing when I saw the small friends?
And I said that (cough),
I’ve been watching a television of, a television of
Geoffrey’s ‘Eat the Breast’ about, um.. the British revolution
And something about the second protector, er...
Was a news coaster in err.. the homelands
Yes, the new homelands, Um..
And then I recognized the small friends
because one of them was a very infamous, and
He was a grand visionary, He was the grand visionary
The one who was on a television, um..
Who made soul patches the law, and..
That’s all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And to worship the lot,
And I think something is going to be horrid...

(Ramona A. Stone)
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
I gave up flogging in Oxford
The enemy is fragile
The enemy is fragile, ohhh
Who has seen this furious man?
Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?

It was just a fading photograph drunk on the black leather sofa,
Glass fronted, forgotten by the last tenant.

Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Who has seen this furious man?
The enemy is fragile
But he has no, has no
The enemy is fragile
The enemy has always been here
You could have been fighting to the death, but nooo
Well wrap up and we’ll go dancing Leon
Dance fishing?
Something in her mouth
There’s something in her mouth
Something mysterious
There’s something in her mouth
Between... patois and Beckett
I bet it is a speech

(The Artist/Minotaur)
Sample techniques, exponents of the greatest ‘walla bang’ of the 21st century
Phase techniques, and rich 21st century Spanish incantations

You are. a permutation
You are. a patois
You are. Chinese poetry
You are. something mysterious
You are. speech delay
You are. patois and Beckett
You are. fighting to the death
You are. flogging
You are. something really fishy
You are. whisperings
You are. swarming

(Algeria Touchshriek)
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
I sell egg shells off the shesores and empty females

I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide intellect
He is a broken man
I am also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations

Possibly, just maybe... after a nice cup of tea
From a trip of the tongue
We’ll creep together, down a memory lane
And then we’ll be young
And full of bubbly ambition
Instead of the slump males that we are
Looking through windows for demons
Watching the young advancing all electric

A small shop on the corner is really no more
Than the dark spiral with no end
I’m in a street behind the museum of modern parts
The buildings are close together
No more than 10 feet between one side
Of the street, and the other
There’s not much in the way of daylight
But at least we don’t get the rain... Which is a blessing

Some of the houses still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to... anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken man
Oh, I dream of something like that
Not sure if they're from this country or not (faint fade-out)

I mean, who am I supposed to be driving?

(Acolytes)
A snapper, with a fatal heart
Who resents all stupid questions
Ramona A. Stone put her arms around a boy
The golden boy with a lion’s heart
The boy who lives outside
An urchin among immortals
Leon! Lift up your eyes!
The very stars are calling
Your name is Leon, Leon is your name!
Murder you will do!

Leon, lift up your eyes
For sun drenched us out
Lift up your eyes
The sun drenched us out
Iman saw the great fizzle
Shizzle, Nostrich
He can....Whoa...
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
And knock you this
(Inaudible maybe a foreign language)
Pellets fall..
Pellets fall..
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal

etc.
Yes, it is a folly. Amusing none the less. Snippets released on the internet for the detectives to piece together. The biography of Nat Tate. 42 working words. No mapping this, as silly as mapping perfume.http://music.hyperreal.org/artists/bria ... ail92.html

David Bowie (vocals): Bowie recalled being told You are a soothsayer and town crier in a society where all media networks have tumbled down.
Eno: You are a member of an early 21st Century Art and Language band. You make incantations, permutations of something between speech and singing. The language you use is mysterious and rich and you use a melange of several languages, since anyway most of your audience now speak a patois that effortlessly blends English, Spanish, Chinese and Wolof (Wolof is not a tonal language. Pronoun conjugation instead of verbal conjugation.). Using on-stage computers, instant sampling techniques and long delay echo systems, you are able to build up dense clouds of colored words during performance. Your audience regards you as the greatest living exponent of live abstract poetry. Samuel Beckett is a big influence.
http://bowiesongs.tumblr.com/post/40624 ... s-personae

Some of this patter is reminiscent of Samuel Beckett

What is the Word
By Samuel Beckett

folly -
folly for to -
for to -
what is the word -
folly from this -
all this -
folly from all this -
given -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this -
this -
what is the word -
this this -
this this here -
all this this here -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this this here -
for to -
what is the word -
see -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse -
what -
what is the word -
and where -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse what where -
where -
what is the word -
there -
over there -
away over there -
afar -
afar away over there -
afaint -
afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
seeing all this -
all this this -
all this this here -
folly for to see what -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
afaint afar away over there what -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -


what is the word


PUPPETS!



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December 22nd, 2013, 10:12 am #26

Or for those who, in truth and reality, only have a brain

Money rules but greed can't think.
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December 22nd, 2013, 12:35 pm #27

i like lucky's monologue from waiting for godot:

http://www.anagrammy.com/literary/rg/poems-rg8.html


love the pacce of it.

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You know what that is
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December 22nd, 2013, 12:47 pm #28

actually it may be from that piece that i posted that bowie got the name Miranda

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December 22nd, 2013, 4:35 pm #29

Becket is brilliant Wok. Maybe Bowie could do a 'Raven' with something from Becket?
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December 22nd, 2013, 9:20 pm #30

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December 23rd, 2013, 11:31 am #31

Waiting For Elmo...brilliant. love the twist at the end...i had a friend who put on a lot of productions of beckett's stuff. too young to appreciate it at the time...he's done them worldwide at this stage. i might have a crack at trying to learn lucky's speech.

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You know you're chewing bubble gum
You know what that is
But you still want some

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December 23rd, 2013, 12:10 pm #32

another funky take on waiting for godot:





it's actually quite clever as it informs the 42 minute long title track which is set underwater.

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December 23rd, 2013, 3:52 pm #33

Obviously music doesn't have to be a commercial single to be good. However, that said, Bowie has never produced even 45 minutes of music without something commercial in it, never mind 20 hours. I actually don't believe in the subjectivity of quality anyway. I think work that has a certain amount of craft in it, that does something you haven't heard before and is the fruit of some sort of effort is by and large objectively good. The outside tapes lack that. They are improvisations in front of a mic with random music played in the background. The are rubbish I think because they are just sketches or doodles to be thrown away. They are meant to be an experiment which might yield interesting juxtapositions or chance upon unexpected sounds to be used later. Bowie sifted through all of this material and used the interesting bits to develop the tracks which make up Outside. Some of the finished tracks are quite good. Like the Voyeur of Utter Destruction or We Prick You. However I also happen to think that most of the finished tracks on Outside are objectively mediocre too. The Motel, I have not been to Oxford Town and no Control just completely lack the usual craft you find in a Bowie lyric or Bowie tune. they are wandering and aimless and meaningless and those are the finished tracks. The 20 hours of improvisations which started it off are therefore even further away from being objectively good. The contemporaneous Tilt by Scott Walker unfortunately does better what Outside should have been doing. Taking your mind to weird places which you had never heard anywhere else. If you can't do that then at least have some singles. Outside however has neither which is why for me it is an elephantine folly.
@BOY
But you said in your original post that the Outside tapes are rubbish because, "There isn't one moment where you think, David you fool, you should have released that as a single!" That doesn't reconcile with what you now say: "Obviously music doesn't have to be a commercial single to be good." So you're saying it's rubbish because there's nothing commercial on it and then saying music doesn't have to be commercial to be good! Makes no sense at all.

Have you ever read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"? That will tell you all you need to know about the "elephantine folly" of an individual purporting to assess "quality" objectively. Your own subjective opinion always creeps in, as it has in your post - this is inevitable, as you can only see the world through your own eyes and particular "filters".

For a start, you say that YOU "do not BELIEVE in the subjectivity of quality anyway" - that in itself is a subjective statement - it relates only to YOUR BELIEF, which is not necessarily shared by others. Also logically flawed is your subjective choice of criteria for purportedly assessing quality, i.e. "... work that has a certain amount of craft in it, that does something you haven't heard before and is the fruit of some sort of effort is by and large objectively good". All three of those subjectively chosen criteria are also subjective in themselves, so cannot logically result in an "objective" conclusion that something is good (or bad)!

So all you're really saying of substance is that you, personally, don't like the tapes. My own, equally valid (note the modesty ) view is that you just can't appreciate their qualities in the way that some others do. Same for Outside - you say that most of this fine album is "mediocre". It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't then say your assessment is "objective"! I'm sorry, but I have to ask just how arrogant and stupid is that? What are you saying about all of those people who think Outside is brilliant and one of Bowie's best albums? Using your approach, I could easily invent my own criteria and apply them to Outside (or the tapes) to "prove" its brilliance but, unlike you, I know the difference between subjectivity and objectivity so am not going to waste my time.

Personally, I find Outside inspiring and one of the best Bowie albums. Yes, sure, the tapes contain "unfinished" music, but a number of people who like Outside and are very familiar with it are able to listen to the tapes in context and find that they do indeed "take your mind to weird places which you had never heard anywhere else." There you go, somewhat ironically, I've even satisfied another one of your subjectively chosen subjective criteria there!
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December 23rd, 2013, 4:55 pm #34

another funky take on waiting for godot:





it's actually quite clever as it informs the 42 minute long title track which is set underwater.

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You know you're chewing bubble gum
You know what that is
But you still want some
salt water in me ears . . .
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December 23rd, 2013, 5:05 pm #35

the calypso music is a bit much but i like the title track...i know computer software partially used to make it but it's good. listen!


oh the irony!

http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9 ... IDsp5l23N-

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You know you're chewing bubble gum
You know what that is
But you still want some

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January 11th, 2016, 10:40 pm #36

i sat down and wrote out the full lyrics of all the Leon material in my possession since it couldn't find full lyrics for it anywhere online. Every now and then i scan the internet trying to find more of this material but usually without any luck. the below lyrics is everything i have (years of searching). i know there is more out there (the very elusive 70 min lossless disc - circulated by the mysterious inner circle of bowie fandom). if anyone has anything that is not listed below i will be very interested in hearing from you. if there are any mistakes in the lyrics please advise. i would also be interested if anyone is aware of the names of the other narrators. i have tried to include names where i know them.
hopefully Bowie will officially release this material in the future.
thanks guys

EDIT - 15/01/2016

I have updated the lyrics to include the (relatively) newly discovered 72 minutes of high quality material, see thread:
http://www.network54.com/Forum/8980/thr ... 8397/6?p=1

download the tracks here -https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3qoa6 ... sp=sharing - courtesy of Mist001(Michael)

I have changed the track order out of personal preference.

I believe these lyrics are very accurate, except for the very final section of Track 3 'Nothing to be desired, Leon lift up your eyes'. The later part of this section seems like it might be in a foreign language.

Rest in peace David, much love.

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Leon Tape - Full lyrics

Track 1 Suite - Leon takes us Outside
Movements (The First Time, OK Riot, I’d rather be Chrome, We’ll Creep Together)


Engel!

(Leon Blank)
Mid-winter, Valentines Day, 25th June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 1
Mid-winter, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Michaelmas, August, Wednesday, 13th,
October 13th, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1,
Late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16
August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June.

19 January, Mid-winter

Wire, Wire
Fire, Wire
Wire

The first time that I felt your grace
A tear ran down my cheek
The first time that I saw the boil
Put it on the neck

(Nathan Adler)
I never see English anymore,
Last time I saw him he was standing
By a pile by cantaloupes under the lamp light
I look up at the blood red sky
And I saw the words ‘Ramona A. Stone’

As sure as you can see the nose on my face
Or the graze on my arm
Or the boil on my neck
Or the foot on my ankle
Or the car on my garage
Or the wife on my kitchen
Or a cloud in the sky
Or a cow in a field
Or the sun and the moon
Holy sun!

We go through the crowd,
In oxford town
Moving on the sidewalk,
Faces to the ground

Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town
Oxford town, Oxford town

Oooo..
Ba, ba
Oooo,,
Ba, ba
etc.

Yeah, you got a breath-filled crowd here tonight, Eli.

(Nathan Adler)
Someone once said;
That beauty is only deep skin
Why, its always been a stone in my flesh
I’ll tell you that for nothing
You’re better off without it
I mean who eats the hard skin now?
It ain’t Ramona A Stone that’s for sure
That don’t wanna bitch is hanging around
Cannibals producing shots of white babies
Fastened to the arms of blind heifers (?)

All the babies are left at home
The babies are left at home
And the sky’s made of chrome
A breath filled sky and its made of chrome

There was a night of an OK riot
She swam along the street
With her waving hair and her research grieves
OK riot, OK riot

It was an OK riot
With wavy hair
OK riot
It was an OK riot
OK riot
With waving hair
Shock and wok babies and their hearts
A block of black decay in the room
O what a room it was, O what a room
What a womb, what a tomb it became
I’d rather be an OK riot
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Yeah I’d rather be chrome
Than stay here at home

Don’t go near the bones
Leon can you hear?
Get away Julie don’t go there
There’s really a lot to fear

Be a breath filled crowd
They might be super loud
They eat the hard skin and they sit on lamp light
The white man, black man wow!

I’d rather be chrome
Yeah, I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be sitting on a cloud
I’d rather be 8 foot loud
I’d rather be chrome
I’d rather be chrome
Well I’ll bitch slap her home

I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be
Gonna, gonna, gonna be chrome
Gonna be chrome
Beauty is a stone
I wanna be chrome
I wanna be, wanna be chrome

(crowd cheering)

Friends of the trust, you’ve been a breath-filled cry tonight
You’ve been positively fly boys
We are surely on our way
Upon that super highway of information
As far I’m concerned, you are all...
Number 1...
Packet sniffers!

(crowd cheers)

So sing with me

(Algeria Touchshriek)
We’ll, (Cough)
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
Under a bloodless chrome sky
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together,
We’ll Creep Together, you and I
We’ll find the small things, you and I
We’ll just have small friends, you and I
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together
We’ll be small together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together, you and I
We’ll end together
We’ll end together
We’ll end together, you and I

(Nathan Adler)
Humph, As far as I was concerned,
There was always the slime end
Of the silicone chip-biz
It seems that Ramona and Leon had just
Spiralled down into the cesspool.
Like I always say,
Person who loses a name, feels anxiety descending

But hey, if I heard it right,
She was always behaving like some ‘don’t wanna bitch’
She was a well-blind woman,
He was a well-intentioned man
This makes for a bad end
As I always said, it would end in chrome.
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself

O Ramona, can you hear me?
O Ramona

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Track 2 Suite - I Am With Name
Movements (I am With Name, Hide Me, We’ll Creep Together)

To be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(Ramona A. Stone)
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
A night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name, I am with name
I am with name, I am with name
I am Ramona A. Stone
And she should say:
Twitch and stream, It'll end in chrome
The night of the female good time drone
I am with name,
I am Ramona A. Stone

And she should say:

A person who loses a name
Feels anxiety descending
Left at the crossroads between the centuries
A millennium fetish

I am with name, I am with name,
I am Ramona A Stone
I am with name
Night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
And she should say
I am with name
I am Ramona A Stone
anxiety descending, anxiety descending

I won’t eat me
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She cant take them
It will do less
He said tell it
He said smell this
He should do less
He should be there

She cant hide me
He said do less
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She cant eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He said be there
I won’t kill that
It will be there
She cant eat me
I won’t hide me

It will tell me
He said hide me
I won’t be there
He said hide me
He said be there
I won’t hide me
They won’t smell this
He should hide me
I won’t kill that
It will take them
They won’t tell it
She cant feed them
They won’t hide me
He should hide me

They won’t hide me
She cant be there
It will hide me
He should eat me
He should take them
He should take them
I wont kill that
They won’t be there

They won’t tell it
I won’t take them
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me
I won’t eat me

They won’t do less
He said tell it
They won’t take them
It will hide me

(inaudible)
It will smell THIS!

They won’t kill that
He should hide me
I won’t hide me
She can’t be there

I won’t tell it
I won’t eat me
They won’t tell it
He should smell this

He said be there
He should kill that
I will take them
They won’t eat me

She can’t eat me
I won’t hide me
They won’t do less
He should eat me
He should hide

They won’t smell this
SHE CAN’T TELL IT!
I WON’T BE THERE!
He should eat me!
He said tell it! He said tell it!
He said tell it!

Smell this...
Smell this...

(Nathan Adler)
Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer, or finger hacker
This old guy didn't know from shit about ‘challenge response systems’
He was waay back in the age of cellular clones
We knew that Ramona A Stone was selling interest drugs, magic cookies
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was a rowder(?) and a swapper,
She was, if you don't mind me saying so, a fuckin update demon
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began...

(Ramona A. Stone)
I was Ramona A. Stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste - in a tunnel
But I've been having a midi-life crisis
And I've been dreaming of sleep and ape men with metal parts
I've spat upon deeply felt age
Hmmm... come to life dear(?) The goddess

I’ve hid my hearts in under a freckham(?) sky
I’ve hit the funny coloured English (scream)
Ohhh...
We’ll creep together you and I
We know who our small friend are
My this is, a crazy world
At this time, you could think of me as a 'syllannibal(?)
Someone who eats their own words

We’ll creep together
We’ll creep together, you and I
We’ll creep together, you and I
Just a trip of the tongue
From a slump male
A mumble slouch unreal
(Sigh) maybe a trip on the hug..

We’ll creep together, you and I
Way back in the Laugh Hotel
I'll reel out the window
You die for diamonds
But you won't live for love

Shes a don’t wanna bitch
Purveys like a don’t wanna bitch
She’s a don’t wanna bitch
But she, is all I’ve got

I am with rose, I am with babies
I am with chrome
I am Ramona A. Stone
I am Ramona A. Stone
It’ll end in chrome
This is The Chrome, this is The Chrome
My friends, The Chrome

(Nathan Adler)
Then there was nothing left to do but to bring on the Nut (knot?) Soldiers
Round up the packet sniffers
And clear up what remained of that sensational mouth(?)
It’s sensational her mouth(?) just a little untight(sic)
Excuse me while I wax poetic
The ashes that ran, fleshy debris and silicone chip-bits
Electrocutes the evil and smells
Thank you,
For me its like plain chaos, and I am the fixer.

Thank you very much, umm...
Well, thank you very much...

Well you asked for them
So here they are - The Leet Soldiers!

Twist fly boy, Twist fly boy,
Brace for me, Twist fly boy
Wrecked, flexed, heaven erect,
Brace for ready, go fly boy, Twist fly boy
Twist hardware, Twist hardware,
Fleece the ziplock, twist hardware, twist
(inaudible) brace through, melt them (inaudible)
Fly boy, fly boy, fly boy twist ect.

At this time before you’s could say boo to the goose
Leon was up on that oh so heavy party stage, with a criss criss machete
He could not wait for 12 o’clock, midnight
He slashes around cuts a zero in everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
I says to myself Whoa! Quelle courage!
What nerve!

They won’t kill that
It will hide me
He should take them
I won’t tell it
She can’t take them
It will do this
He said tell it
He said smell this

He should do less

He should be there
She can’t hide me
He said do this
He said tell it
I won’t take them
She can’t eat me
He said kill that
He said take them
He should be there
He should do less

Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Someday, someday
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Don’t make me laugh!
A 19th century railroad that passes through the badlands of the Old West
Someday the internet may become an information super highway
Do not make me laugh!

It was a great conversation.

Hey Funny, say goodnight - Say goodnight
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny
Say ‘goodnight’ funny, Say ‘goodnight’ funny
No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’, No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’
Say ‘goodnight’ funny’, say ‘goodnight’ funny
Say goodnight Funny - Say goodnight Funny

Hey hey, here we are back at the Laugh Hotel!

I was sittin there at the Laugh Hotel the other night looking for window demons,
When out comes this Leon in a jungle weed,
A mop of the slouch unreal maybe triple locker(?) ,
a trip of the tongue from the slump male

(Algeria Touchshriek)
I’m Mr. Touchshriek of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
And I sells egg shells off the sheshores and empty females
I met Leon Hunt...
Bit of a dark spiral with no end, I thought
Sunday mail over with his deeply felt greys.

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Track 3 Suite - Nothing To Be Desired
Movements (Nothing To Be Desired, Hello Leon, The Enemy is Fragile, Leon Lift up your Eyes)

to be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes

(The Artist/Minotaur)
What are you in terror of?
Life needn’t step on baby fingers
The minutes fall, and the demons
Find their ways unencumbered, half dead,
Poisoned by their own fatal art
Each dirty tune produces
Its own nobility of form
Each pays a different piper, a daft pauper
O machine, how did we fail thee?
I guess I feel like a machine
That cannot be cranked anymore
My gabbers(?) are broken and bent,
Like a wall strangled by Ivy...

(Nathan Adler)
I remember a dame called Ivy
Drove around on a hearse
Someway south in Oxford town
Near the mosque
Graffiti, cappuccino, you name it
They had it all, those were the days
In those days everyone was psycho-political
What a humbug packet sniffers they are now
Take Leon... please!

(Baby Grace Blue)
I think were stuck in a web
A sort of... nerve net
As it were a sort of... nerve internet, as it were

Scum, red dog, red dog, scum, red dog, scum red dog, red dog scum red dog

We might be here, for quite a long time, here
In this web... or internet, as it were

And and and and red dog

Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away
Gotta get away, getta away, gotta get away

(Acolytes)
The editors have done an excellent job,
The selections are generous,
The notations are scrupulously scholarly
To believe that the quality of a CD-ROM
Can be conveyed through translation
May seem presumptuous
But I believe the enterprise is greatly successful

This is a magnificent achievement
A major triumph of Walloff music
A truly precious edition to the sum total
Of Walloff in English

The editorial apparatus of this CD-ROM
Leaves nothing to be desired

The editorial apparatus of this CD
Leaves nothing to be desired
It leaves nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
anymore

Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your
Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
And there's nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing
If not dishy

Nothing to be desired
Nothing
Nothing to be desired
It's not mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing

In far off California, there is no natural plan
Its mighty branching, and its preponderant boughs
Weigh heavy on a Sontag morning

(Baby Grace Blue)
Umm.. Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And, there was, umm
It was like phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these...
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking very, too, bit too fast like a brain patch
Like I’ve got this so..(sigh)
This soul brain patch, and its got...
I got the shakers on it with this neuro-transmit.. (sigh)
And ah.. they won’t let me see anybody
Except the breeders in the enclave
And the check players, and I can still hear some....
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can still hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks, and they say what...
They say what were...um...What were you doing?
What was I doing when I saw the small friends?
And I said that (cough),
I’ve been watching a television of, a television of
Geoffrey’s ‘Eat the Breast’ about, um.. the British revolution
And something about the second protector, er...
Was a news coaster in err.. the homelands
Yes, the new homelands, Um..
And then I recognized the small friends
because one of them was a very infamous, and
He was a grand visionary, He was the grand visionary
The one who was on a television, um..
Who made soul patches the law, and..
That’s all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And to worship the lot,
And I think something is going to be horrid...

(Ramona A. Stone)
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?
I gave up flogging in Oxford
The enemy is fragile
The enemy is fragile, ohhh
Who has seen this furious man?
Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Hello Leon,
Would you like something, really fishy?

It was just a fading photograph drunk on the black leather sofa,
Glass fronted, forgotten by the last tenant.

Who will rid me of this shaking head?
Who has seen this furious man?
The enemy is fragile
But he has no, has no
The enemy is fragile
The enemy has always been here
You could have been fighting to the death, but nooo
Well wrap up and we’ll go dancing Leon
Dance fishing?
Something in her mouth
There’s something in her mouth
Something mysterious
There’s something in her mouth
Between... patois and Beckett
I bet it is a speech

(The Artist/Minotaur)
Sample techniques, exponents of the greatest ‘walla bang’ of the 21st century
Phase techniques, and rich 21st century Spanish incantations

You are. a permutation
You are. a patois
You are. Chinese poetry
You are. something mysterious
You are. speech delay
You are. patois and Beckett
You are. fighting to the death
You are. flogging
You are. something really fishy
You are. whisperings
You are. swarming

(Algeria Touchshriek)
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek Mail Over and Fantasy
I sell egg shells off the shesores and empty females

I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide intellect
He is a broken man
I am also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations

Possibly, just maybe... after a nice cup of tea
From a trip of the tongue
We’ll creep together, down a memory lane
And then we’ll be young
And full of bubbly ambition
Instead of the slump males that we are
Looking through windows for demons
Watching the young advancing all electric

A small shop on the corner is really no more
Than the dark spiral with no end
I’m in a street behind the museum of modern parts
The buildings are close together
No more than 10 feet between one side
Of the street, and the other
There’s not much in the way of daylight
But at least we don’t get the rain... Which is a blessing

Some of the houses still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to... anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken man
Oh, I dream of something like that
Not sure if they're from this country or not (faint fade-out)

I mean, who am I supposed to be driving?

(Acolytes)
A snapper, with a fatal heart
Who resents all stupid questions
Ramona A. Stone put her arms around a boy
The golden boy with a lion’s heart
The boy who lives outside
An urchin among immortals
Leon! Lift up your eyes!
The very stars are calling
Your name is Leon, Leon is your name!
Murder you will do!

Leon, lift up your eyes
For sun drenched us out
Lift up your eyes
The sun drenched us out
Iman saw the great fizzle
Shizzle, Nostrich
He can....Whoa...
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
And knock you this
(Inaudible maybe a foreign language)
Pellets fall..
Pellets fall..
Leon, lift up your eyes
Leon, lift up your eyes
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal
Sun drenched shizzle
Sun drenched shizzle
Be immortal

etc.
I know this was three years ago, but I think this is what you're looking for:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrLtuHhC9o4
Thank you!
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January 15th, 2016, 2:19 pm #37

the calypso music is a bit much but i like the title track...i know computer software partially used to make it but it's good. listen!


oh the irony!

http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9 ... IDsp5l23N-

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You know you're chewing bubble gum
You know what that is
But you still want some
I have updated THIS thread to include the full lyrics to all this material including the new parts.


Thank you Michael (Mist001) for providing downloads to this material, and thanks to whoever it was that sent it to him. Much love
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