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[Intro: John Peel]
And for this next one it's the same line up mercifully except David goes over to the piano. And it appears to be called "Bombers"
[Chorus: David Bowie]
"All clear" wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between our eyes
[Verse 1: David Bowie]
Seemed a good idea
To drop a bomb on the wasteland here
Only one man could be seen
And he was old and so serene
Captain sat in his deck chair
And the red light flashed, beware
Pilot felt quite big-time
As the bomb sailed through the air
Well, they danced and sang
When the bang went bang
When the lights popped out
And the smoke began to clear
It was positively queer
[Chorus: David Bowie]
"All clear" wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between our eyes
[Verse 2: David Bowie]
"Die" said the General
"Cobblers" said the man
So the Pentagon sent a telegram
And the Queen a telegram
A-bombs, H-bombs, even very small ones
Ripped apart that sand
'Til the stench was just revolting
And the sky a greenish tan
But the soldier said "Sir
There's a crack in the world"
And the figures went "squash"
And the bits flew far and wide
How the universe sighed
[Chorus: David Bowie]
"All clear" wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between our eyes
"All clear" wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between our eyes
[Verse 3: David Bowie]
When the smoke had blown away
There was nothing left in view
Except a man, dear Lord, who looked like you
Used to look in my Holy book
[Outro: John Peel]
That was, uh, David Bowie on piano, and, uh, amazing pair of trousers, and that's gonna appear on a LP that could very easy be called Hunky Dory when it finally comes out. Um, that's if he can find out how Hunky Dory is spelt
Bombers (In Concert: John Peel) [Mono] was written by David Bowie.
Bombers (In Concert: John Peel) [Mono] was produced by Jeff Griffin.