Disassociative

I can tell you what they say in space
That our earth is too gray
But when the spirit is so digital
The body acts this way
That world is killing me
That world was killing me
Disassociative
The nervous systems down,
The nervous systems down
I know
I can never get out of here
I don’t want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space
Sometimes we walk like
We were shot through
Our heads, my love
We write our song in space
Like we are already
Dead and gone
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
I can never get out of here
I don’t want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space
The nervous systems down,
The nervous systems down
I know

Copyright Marilyn Manson 1998

Major Tom (Coming Home)

Standing there alone, the ship is waiting.
All systems are go.
"Are you sure?"
Control is not convinced, but the computer has the evidence.
No need to abort.
The countdown starts.
Watching in a trance, the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance, all is working.
Trying to relax up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink." jokes Major Tom.
The count goes on...
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us drifting, falling.
Floating weightless calling, calling home...
Second stage is cut.
We're now in orbit.
Stabilizers up, running perfect.
Starting to collect requested data.
"What will it affect when all is done?" thinks Major Tom.
Back at ground control, there is a problem.
"Go to rockets full."
Not responding.
"Hello Major Tom.
Are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on.
We're standing by."
There's no reply.
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us drifting, falling.
Floating weightless calling, calling home...
Across the stratosphere, a final message:
"Give my wife my love."
Then nothing more.
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning.
They don't realize he's alive.
No one understands, but Major Tom sees.
"Now the light commands this is my home,
I'm coming home."
Earth below us drifting, falling.
Floating weightless coming home...
Earth below us drifting, falling.
Floating weightles scoming, coming home...home...

Copyright Peter Schilling

Ashes to Ashes

Do you remember a guy that’s been
In such an early song
I’ve heard a rumour from ground control
Oh no, don’t say it’s true
They got a message from the action man
I’m happy, hope you’re happy too
I’ve loved all I’ve needed love
Sordid details following
The shrieking of nothing is killing me
Just pictures of jap girls in synthesis and I
Ain’t got no money and I ain’t got no hair
But I’m hoping to kick but the planet it’s glowing
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know major tom’s a junkie
Strung out in heaven’s high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I’ll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I’m stuck with a valuable friend
I’m happy, hope you’re happy too
One flash of light but no smoking pistol
I never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know major tom’s a junkie
Strung out in heaven’s high
Hitting an all-time low
My mother said to get things done
You’d better not mess with major Tom
My mother said to get things done
You’d better not mess with major Tom

Copyright David Bowie 1980