Angel Angel Grubby Face (demo version 1) Songtext
von David Bowie

Dozing bumble, get off her shoulder
She wants to be still, she wants to feel older
Sunshine, shadows soften her hair
Our fingertips touch, she wants to feel older
We′re citizens of town lying in a country field
Gazing down upon her face
Suddenly we're lovers

Your briefcase prince is by your side
To kiss away the dew
Angel angel grubby face, I love you
It′s thirteen miles to Factory Street
Train is going soon
Angel angel grubby face, I love you
Do you love me?


Sunday, oak tree, sing me a song
The couples of town are lost in your branches
Monday morning, buses and smoke
Workshop encounter, disorder and vouchers
Our city clothes offend your leaves
Your naked sky demands the reason why we lie beneath the shade
Because we love each other

Your briefcase prince is by your side
To kiss away to the due
Angel angel grubby face, I love you
It's thirteen miles to Factory Street
Train is going soon
Angel angel grubby face, I love you
Do you love me?

Your briefcase prince is by your side
To kiss away to the due
Angel angel grubby face, I love you
It's thirteen miles to Factory Street
Train is going soon
Angel angel grubby face, I love you
Do you love me?
Do you love me?