Janine (BBC live session) Songtext
von David Bowie

My love, Janine
I′m helpless for your smile
Like a Polish wanderer
I travel ever onwards to your land
And worried not just for the jewels
I close your hand

Your strange demand
To collocate my mind
Scares me into gloom
You're too intense
I keep my veil across my face
I′ve no defense
I've got to keep you in your place


Janine, Janine
You'd like to know me well
But I′ve got things inside my head
That even I can′t face
Janine, Janine
You'd like to crash my walls
But if you take an axe to me
You′ll kill another man, not me at all

You're vague, Janine
A tripper to the last
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I′ll have the right to shout you down
For you're a lazy stream
In which my thoughts would drown

So stay, Janine
And we can glide along
I′ve caught your wings for laughs
I'm not obliged to read your statements of the year
So take your glasses off
And don't act so sincere


Janine, Janine
You′d like to crash my walls
But I′ve got things inside my head
But even I can't face
Janine, Janine
You′d like to know me well
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man, not me at all