1977 DAVID BOW Low
Low is the eleventh studio album by British musician David Bowie, co-produced by Bowie and Tony Visconti.[2] Widely regarded as one of Bowie's most influential releases, Low was the first of three collaborations with Brian Eno termed the "Berlin Trilogy".
The album marked a decisive shift in his musical style toward an electronic and avant-garde approach that would be further explored on the subsequent albums "Heroes" (1977) and Lodger (1979).
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SOUND AND VISION
Music & lyrics by David Bowie 1977
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Ahhh...
Ahhh...
Doo, doo, dooohoo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, do-do, doohoo
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude, over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
1977 DAVID BOW Low
Low is the eleventh studio album by British musician David Bowie, co-produced by Bowie and Tony Visconti.[2] Widely regarded as one of Bowie's most influential releases, Low was the first of three collaborations with Brian Eno termed the "Berlin Trilogy".
The album marked a decisive shift in his musical style toward an electronic and avant-garde approach that would be further explored on the subsequent albums "Heroes" (1977) and Lodger (1979).
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SOUND AND VISION
Music & lyrics by David Bowie 1977
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Ahhh...
Ahhh...
Doo, doo, dooohoo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, do-do, doohoo
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision
Blue, blue, electric blue
That's the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue
I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude, over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes
'Bout sound and vision