Bowie, David - Eight Line Poem Lyrics






The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky





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  1. S.... C....

    The tactful cactus by your window
    Surveys the prairie of your room
    The mobile spins to its collision
    Clara puts her head between her paws
    They've opened shops down West side
    Will all the cacti find a home
    But the key to the city
    Is in the sun that pins
    the branches to the sky

  2. J.... H....

    It is eight lines because the last two should be counted as one.

  3. k.... ....

    Oh Clara, you do make me laugh.

  4. T.... D....

    The tactful cactus by your window
    Surveys the prairie of your room
    The mobile spins to its collision
    Clara puts her head between her paws
    They've opened shops down the West side
    Will all the cacti find a home
    But the key to the city
    Is in the sun that pins
    The branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh

    T.... D....

    Monika Fan what was he on about then?

  5. H.... T....

    More beauty in eight lines than the entire Top 40

  6. X.... R....

    favorite Bowie song

  7. T.... ....

    No comments after being posted a year? Jeez. One of Bowie's simplest, most charming songs. Hail, Clara!