文本歌词

The Supermen (Recorded Live At The Music Hall|Boston 1/10/72|2003 Remastered Version) - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊)
When all the world was very young
And mountain magic heavy hung
The supermen would walk in file
Guardians of a loveless isle
And gloomy browed with superfear
Their tragic endless lives
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn perverse serenity
Wondrous beings chained to life
Strange games they would play then
No death for the perfect men
Life rolls into one for them
So softly a super God cries
All Where were minds in uni-thought
Powers weird by mystics taught
No pain no joy no power too great
Colossal strength to grasp a fate
Where sad eyed merment tossed in slumbers
Nightmare dreams no mortal mind could hold
A man would tear his brother's flesh
A chance to die
To turn to mold
Far out in the red skies
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange mad celebrations
So softly a supergod cries
Far out in the red skies
Far out from the sad eyes
Strange mad celebrations
So softly a supergod dies