Lilossa

(David Bowie)



We was treading a low lil' path
Me in my right and a creature of low respect
Grazing on swish white to keep our eyes erect
Carousing all from cabin boys to top executives
And the snow kept falling around my shoulder
And all in all I came out of it too much older
Still who really knows it well 'cept for

Lilossa - in her wings that croak
- in her taunts of dusk
- she gave her thing for us

How well-wishers washed their windows
But no leather could wash the sombrero
Though Jackie caught the headlines for his suicide
And Steven borrowed three quid for the funeral ride
And we bought some roses and was pink of course
And pink was the rose satin pink rose was the rose
I leaned on the arm of Lilossa



(Previously unknown and undocumented song, written circa 1970/1971).