David Bowie
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Sung from the perspective of the occupants of Oxford Town, A Small Plot of Land is a purposefully difficult song.
The people of Oxford Town are gossiping and spreading the word of the latest ‘art-crime’ murder, this time at the hands of the criminal who refers to himself as The Minotaur.
[Verse 1]
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him and it hit him so
[Verse 2]
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The Barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
He's less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer can't travel so far these days
[Verse 3]
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings through the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce, poor dunce
[Non-Lyrical Vocalizing]
[Verse 1]
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him and it hit him so
[Non-Lyrical Vocalizing]
[Outro]
People spat upon him
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
A Small Plot of Land was written by Mike Garson & Sterling Campbell & Erdal Kızılçay & Reeves Gabrels & Brian Eno & David Bowie.
A Small Plot of Land was produced by Brian Eno & David Bowie.
David Bowie released A Small Plot of Land on Mon Sep 25 1995.