thru these architects eyes...

stomping along on this big philip johnson
is delay just wasting my time
looking across at richard rogers
scheming dreams to blow both their minds
it's difficult you see
to give up baby
to leave a job
when you know the moneys from day to day
all the majesty of a city landscape
all the soaring days of our lives
all the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
all the joy i see thru these architect's eyes
cold winter bleeds on the girders of babel
this stone boy watching the crawling land
rings of flesh and the towers of iron
the steaming caves and rocks and the sand
stomping along on this big philip johnson
is delay just wasting my time
it's difficult you see
to give up baby
these summer scumholes
this goddamned starving life
all the majesty of a city landscape
all the soaring days of our lives
all the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
all the joy I see thru these architect's eyes

(aunque david bowie sólo habla de philip johnson y richard rogers en esta pieza de su album outside de 1995, vaya aquí acompañada de la no muy gozoza mirada del buen leco)