• david bowie, reeves gabrels ve hunt & tony sales'in olusturdugu yandan projemsi dortlu.. herkes 1/4 agirlikta, herkes dort kosesinden ayni kuvvetle cekmekte ama gabrels ve bowie ikilisi, bakislarini bir kulac daha oteye firlatmakta..

    ilk albumleri, ki self titled, anca die hard bowie'cilere..
    ikincisi (ii) genis spektrumlu rocker'lara.. ucuncu ve son album, ki konser kaydi, oy vey baby, diplere koselere..
  • illaki (bkz: time machine)
  • david bowie (vokal + gitar) , reeves gabrels (lead gitar), ve hunt (davul + vokal) + tony (bas gitar + vokal) sales biraderlerden müteşekkil grubun, kendileriyle aynı ismi taşıyan, 1989 tarihli albümü.

    içindekiler:

    1. heaven's in here
    2. tin machine
    3. prisoner of love
    4. crack city
    5. i can't read
    6. under the god
    7. amazing
    8. working class hero
    9. bus stop
    10. pretty thing
    11. video crime
    12. run
    13. sacrifice yourself
    14. baby can dance
    15. bus stop (country version) [bonus track]
  • bir de şarkı olanı var bunun tabii, tin machine'in tin machine isimli debut albümündeki tin machine (bkz: oha)

    sözleri:

    tin machine
    tin machine

    take me anywhere
    somewhere without alcohol
    or goons with muddy hair

    tin machine
    tin machine

    tin machine
    tin machine

    the zombies that i pass
    the guy that beats his baby up
    the preachers and their past

    tin machine
    tin machine

    tin machine

    baby doll
    baby doll

    clarity and power
    there's more than money moving here
    there's mindless maggot glare
    working horrors-humping tories
    spittle on their chins
    carving up my children's future
    read 'em pal and grin

    raging raging raging
    burning in my room
    c'mon and get a good idea
    c'mon and get it soon
    i'm waiting on the fire escape
    i'm not exactly well
    i'm neither red nor black nor white
    i'm grey and blown to hell

    tin machine
    tin machine

    make some new computer thing
    that puts me on the moon
    not this psycho-time-bomb planet
    poised to meet its maker
    shake a leg

    tin machine
    tin machine

    one sick deathless duty to remain endangered species
    they reach right out to touch someone
    then wash their crusty hands

    tin machine
    tin machine

    baby doll
    baby doll

    blue suede tuneless wonders
    mass confusion-faithless blues
    night that spews out watchmen
    mopping up another fortune
    fractured words and branca-sonic
    anger trapped behind locked doors
    and right between the eyes
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