David Bowie

David Bowie

David Robert Jones (Londres, 8 de enero de 1947), conocido artísticamente como David Bowie, es un cantante y compositor británico de música pop, uno de los artistas más respetados e influyentes de la historia del rock, cuya música ha dejado una enorme huella en varias generaciones de artistas. Durante su larga trayectoria, la música de Bowie se ha vinculado con múltiples géneros, como el folk rock, el glam rock, el soul o la música electrónica, demostrando una gran facilidad para reinventarse y adaptarse a las nuevas tendencias musicales, incluso en algunas ocasiones inspirándolas o anticipándose a ellas, por lo que es popularmente conocido como el Camaleón del Rock. Además de demostrar su talento en su faceta musical, como cantante, compositor, multi-instrumentista y productor, también ha trabajado como actor, director de vídeos musicales y artista plástico.

Letra de Rebel Rebel (1997 Digital Remaster)
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

''Don't ya?''
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight

You like me and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so

''Don't ya?''
Uh!
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo
Doo doo doo doo-doo doo doo-doo

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so
'''Don't ya?'''

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dues
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
Ooh, your face is a mess
Ooh, ooh, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh

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