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Date: Sat 21 Mar 1998 22:33:46 -0800 (PST)
From: toomey <[email protected]>
Subject: CRD: b/bowie_david/little_bombradier.crd
I am going through my collection of Bowie songs (i.e. Every one in
existence) and putting them all down. If anyone wants one in particular
e-mail me and I'll do it next. ([email protected])
This little ditty is off of my "London Boy" compilation (a nice 18 song
import album a good purchase for any Bowie fan). It's called "Little
Bombradier"
War made him a soldier little Franky Mear
Peace left him a loser the little bombradier.
Lines of worry appeared with age unskilled hands that knew no trade
Spent his time in a picture(?) house the little bombradier.
Franky drank his money the little that he made
Told his woes to no man friendless lonely days.
Then one day in the ABC four small eyes gazed longingly
At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.
Sunshine entered our Franky's days
Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze
His life was fun and his heart was full of joy
Two young children had changed his his aims
He bought the toffees and played their games
He bought them presents with every coin he made.
Then two gentlemen called on him asked him for his name
Why was he friends with the children were they just a game
Leave them alone or we'll get sore we've had blokes like you in this nation
before
The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier.
Packed his bags his heart in pain wiped a tear and caught a train
Not to be seen in this town again the little bombradier.
There are a few chords at the end that I can't figure out because everyone
is asleep in my house so I can't use the piano to figure out all those
suspensions and augmentations or whatever they turn out to be. Will send
the correction as soon as I work it out.
