i sat down and wrote out the full lyrics of all the Leon material in my possession since it couldn't find full lyrics for it anywhere online. Every now and then i scan the internet trying to find more of this material but usually without any luck. the below lyrics is everything i have (years of searching). i know there is more out there (the very elusive 70 min lossless disc - circulated by the mysterious inner circle of bowie fandom). if anyone has anything that is not listed below i will be very interested in hearing from you. if there are any mistakes in the lyrics please advise. i would also be interested if anyone is aware of the names of the other narrators. i have tried to include names where i know them.hopefully Bowie will officially release this material in the future.thanks guysEDIT - 15/01/2016I have updated the lyrics to include the (relatively) newly discovered 72 minutes of high quality material, see thread:download the tracks here - https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3qoa6 ... sp=sharing - courtesy of Mist001(Michael)I have changed the track order out of personal preference.I believe these lyrics are very accurate, except for the very final section of Track 3 'Nothing to be desired, Leon lift up your eyes'. The later part of this section seems like it might be in a foreign language.Rest in peace David, much love.-----Leon Tape - Full lyricsTrack 1 Suite - Leon takes us OutsideMovements (The First Time, OK Riot, I’d rather be Chrome, We’ll Creep Together)Engel!(Leon Blank)Mid-winter, Valentines Day, 25th June, 16th, Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 1Mid-winter, June 6th, Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12, Michaelmas, August, Wednesday, 13th,October 13th, Martin Luther King Day, afternoon, in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1,Late winter, Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16August, Wednesday, 13th, Friday, 7, June.19 January, Mid-winterWire, WireFire, WireWireThe first time that I felt your graceA tear ran down my cheekThe first time that I saw the boilPut it on the neck(Nathan Adler)I never see English anymore,Last time I saw him he was standingBy a pile by cantaloupes under the lamp lightI look up at the blood red skyAnd I saw the words ‘Ramona A. Stone’As sure as you can see the nose on my faceOr the graze on my armOr the boil on my neckOr the foot on my ankleOr the car on my garageOr the wife on my kitchenOr a cloud in the skyOr a cow in a fieldOr the sun and the moonHoly sun!We go through the crowd,In oxford townMoving on the sidewalk,Faces to the groundOxford town, Oxford townOxford town, Oxford townOxford town, Oxford townOxford town, Oxford townOooo..Ba, baOooo,,Ba, baetc.Yeah, you got a breath-filled crowd here tonight, Eli.(Nathan Adler)Someone once said;That beauty is only deep skinWhy, its always been a stone in my fleshI’ll tell you that for nothingYou’re better off without itI mean who eats the hard skin now?It ain’t Ramona A Stone that’s for sureThat don’t wanna bitch is hanging aroundCannibals producing shots of white babiesFastened to the arms of blind heifers (?)All the babies are left at homeThe babies are left at homeAnd the sky’s made of chromeA breath filled sky and its made of chromeThere was a night of an OK riotShe swam along the streetWith her waving hair and her research grievesOK riot, OK riotIt was an OK riotWith wavy hairOK riotIt was an OK riotOK riotWith waving hairShock and wok babies and their heartsA block of black decay in the roomO what a room it was, O what a roomWhat a womb, what a tomb it becameI’d rather be an OK riotI’d rather be chromeYeah I’d rather be chromeI’d rather be chromeYeah I’d rather be chromeYeah I’d rather be chromeThan stay here at homeDon’t go near the bonesLeon can you hear?Get away Julie don’t go thereThere’s really a lot to fearBe a breath filled crowdThey might be super loudThey eat the hard skin and they sit on lamp lightThe white man, black man wow!I’d rather be chromeYeah, I’d rather be chromeI’d rather be sitting on a cloudI’d rather be 8 foot loudI’d rather be chromeI’d rather be chromeWell I’ll bitch slap her homeI’m gonna be, I’m gonna beGonna, gonna, gonna be chromeGonna be chromeBeauty is a stoneI wanna be chromeI wanna be, wanna be chrome(crowd cheering)Friends of the trust, you’ve been a breath-filled cry tonightYou’ve been positively fly boysWe are surely on our wayUpon that super highway of informationAs far I’m concerned, you are all...Number 1...Packet sniffers!(crowd cheers)So sing with me(Algeria Touchshriek)We’ll, (Cough)We’ll Creep Together, you and IUnder a bloodless chrome skyWe’ll Creep Together,We’ll Creep Together,We’ll Creep Together, you and IWe’ll Creep Together, you and IUnder a bloodless chrome skyWe’ll Creep Together,We’ll Creep Together,We’ll Creep Together, you and IWe’ll find the small things, you and IWe’ll just have small friends, you and IWe’ll be small togetherWe’ll be small togetherWe’ll be small together, you and IWe’ll end together, you and IWe’ll end together, you and IWe’ll end togetherWe’ll end togetherWe’ll end together, you and I(Nathan Adler)Humph, As far as I was concerned,There was always the slime endOf the silicone chip-bizIt seems that Ramona and Leon had justSpiralled down into the cesspool.Like I always say,Person who loses a name, feels anxiety descendingBut hey, if I heard it right,She was always behaving like some ‘don’t wanna bitch’She was a well-blind woman,He was a well-intentioned manThis makes for a bad endAs I always said, it would end in chrome.But wait, I’m getting ahead of myselfO Ramona, can you hear me?O Ramona-----------Track 2 Suite - I Am With NameMovements (I am With Name, Hide Me, We’ll Creep Together)To be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes(Ramona A. Stone)I am with name, I am with nameI am Ramona A. StoneA night fear femaleGood timing droneI am with name, I am with nameI am with name, I am with nameI am Ramona A. StoneAnd she should say:Twitch and stream, It'll end in chromeThe night of the female good time droneI am with name,I am Ramona A. StoneAnd she should say:A person who loses a nameFeels anxiety descendingLeft at the crossroads between the centuriesA millennium fetishI am with name, I am with name,I am Ramona A StoneI am with nameNight fear femaleGood timing droneI am with nameI am Ramona A StoneAnd she should sayI am with nameI am Ramona A Stoneanxiety descending, anxiety descendingI won’t eat meIt will hide meHe should take themI won’t tell itShe cant take themIt will do lessHe said tell itHe said smell thisHe should do lessHe should be thereShe cant hide meHe said do lessHe said tell itI won’t take themShe cant eat meHe said kill thatHe said take themHe said be thereI won’t kill thatIt will be thereShe cant eat meI won’t hide meIt will tell meHe said hide meI won’t be thereHe said hide meHe said be thereI won’t hide meThey won’t smell thisHe should hide meI won’t kill thatIt will take themThey won’t tell itShe cant feed themThey won’t hide meHe should hide meThey won’t hide meShe cant be thereIt will hide meHe should eat meHe should take themHe should take themI wont kill thatThey won’t be thereThey won’t tell itI won’t take themI won’t eat meI won’t eat meI won’t eat meThey won’t do lessHe said tell itThey won’t take themIt will hide me(inaudible)It will smell THIS!They won’t kill thatHe should hide meI won’t hide meShe can’t be thereI won’t tell itI won’t eat meThey won’t tell itHe should smell thisHe said be thereHe should kill thatI will take themThey won’t eat meShe can’t eat meI won’t hide meThey won’t do lessHe should eat meHe should hideThey won’t smell thisSHE CAN’T TELL IT!I WON’T BE THERE!He should eat me!He said tell it! He said tell it!He said tell it!Smell this...Smell this...(Nathan Adler)Old Touchschriek was the main nameserverSuspected of being a shoulder surfer, or finger hackerThis old guy didn't know from shit about ‘challenge response systems’He was waay back in the age of cellular clonesWe knew that Ramona A Stone was selling interest drugs, magic cookiesShe got males all hung up on her mind filtersShe was a rowder(?) and a swapper,She was, if you don't mind me saying so, a fuckin update demonBut wait, I’m getting ahead of myselfLet me take you back to when it all began...(Ramona A. Stone)I was Ramona A. StoneI started with no enemies of my ownI was an artiste - in a tunnelBut I've been having a midi-life crisisAnd I've been dreaming of sleep and ape men with metal partsI've spat upon deeply felt ageHmmm... come to life dear(?) The goddessI’ve hid my hearts in under a freckham(?) skyI’ve hit the funny coloured English (scream)Ohhh...We’ll creep together you and IWe know who our small friend areMy this is, a crazy worldAt this time, you could think of me as a 'syllannibal(?)Someone who eats their own wordsWe’ll creep togetherWe’ll creep together, you and IWe’ll creep together, you and IJust a trip of the tongueFrom a slump maleA mumble slouch unreal(Sigh) maybe a trip on the hug..We’ll creep together, you and IWay back in the Laugh HotelI'll reel out the windowYou die for diamondsBut you won't live for loveShes a don’t wanna bitchPurveys like a don’t wanna bitchShe’s a don’t wanna bitchBut she, is all I’ve gotI am with rose, I am with babiesI am with chromeI am Ramona A. StoneI am Ramona A. StoneIt’ll end in chromeThis is The Chrome, this is The ChromeMy friends, The Chrome(Nathan Adler)Then there was nothing left to do but to bring on the Nut (knot?) SoldiersRound up the packet sniffersAnd clear up what remained of that sensational mouth(?)It’s sensational her mouth(?) just a little untight(sic)Excuse me while I wax poeticThe ashes that ran, fleshy debris and silicone chip-bitsElectrocutes the evil and smellsThank you,For me its like plain chaos, and I am the fixer.Thank you very much, umm...Well, thank you very much...Well you asked for themSo here they are - The Leet Soldiers!Twist fly boy, Twist fly boy,Brace for me, Twist fly boyWrecked, flexed, heaven erect,Brace for ready, go fly boy, Twist fly boyTwist hardware, Twist hardware,Fleece the ziplock, twist hardware, twist(inaudible) brace through, melt them (inaudible)Fly boy, fly boy, fly boy twist ect.At this time before you’s could say boo to the gooseLeon was up on that oh so heavy party stage, with a criss criss macheteHe could not wait for 12 o’clock, midnightHe slashes around cuts a zero in everythingI mean a zero in the fabric of time itselfI says to myself Whoa! Quelle courage!What nerve!They won’t kill thatIt will hide meHe should take themI won’t tell itShe can’t take themIt will do thisHe said tell itHe said smell thisHe should do lessHe should be thereShe can’t hide meHe said do thisHe said tell itI won’t take themShe can’t eat meHe said kill thatHe said take themHe should be thereHe should do lessSomeday the internet may become an information super highwaySomeday, somedaySomeday the internet may become an information super highwayDon’t make me laugh!A 19th century railroad that passes through the badlands of the Old WestSomeday the internet may become an information super highwayDo not make me laugh!It was a great conversation.Hey Funny, say goodnight - Say goodnightSay goodnight Funny - Say goodnight FunnySay ‘goodnight’ funny, Say ‘goodnight’ funnyNo no, say ‘Goodnight funny’, No no, say ‘Goodnight funny’Say ‘goodnight’ funny’, say ‘goodnight’ funnySay goodnight Funny - Say goodnight FunnyHey hey, here we are back at the Laugh Hotel!I was sittin there at the Laugh Hotel the other night looking for window demons,When out comes this Leon in a jungle weed,A mop of the slouch unreal maybe triple locker(?) ,a trip of the tongue from the slump male(Algeria Touchshriek)I’m Mr. Touchshriek of Touchshriek Mail Over and FantasyAnd I sells egg shells off the sheshores and empty femalesI met Leon Hunt...Bit of a dark spiral with no end, I thoughtSunday mail over with his deeply felt greys.------------------Track 3 Suite - Nothing To Be DesiredMovements (Nothing To Be Desired, Hello Leon, The Enemy is Fragile, Leon Lift up your Eyes)to be sung by Ramona A. Stone and her acolytes(The Artist/Minotaur)What are you in terror of?Life needn’t step on baby fingersThe minutes fall, and the demonsFind their ways unencumbered, half dead,Poisoned by their own fatal artEach dirty tune producesIts own nobility of formEach pays a different piper, a daft pauperO machine, how did we fail thee?I guess I feel like a machineThat cannot be cranked anymoreMy gabbers(?) are broken and bent,Like a wall strangled by Ivy...(Nathan Adler)I remember a dame called IvyDrove around on a hearseSomeway south in Oxford townNear the mosqueGraffiti, cappuccino, you name itThey had it all, those were the daysIn those days everyone was psycho-politicalWhat a humbug packet sniffers they are nowTake Leon... please!(Baby Grace Blue)I think were stuck in a webA sort of... nerve netAs it were a sort of... nerve internet, as it wereScum, red dog, red dog, scum, red dog, scum red dog, red dog scum red dogWe might be here, for quite a long time, hereIn this web... or internet, as it wereAnd and and and red dogGotta get away, getta away, gotta get awayGotta get away, getta away, gotta get awayGotta get away, getta away, gotta get away(Acolytes)The editors have done an excellent job,The selections are generous,The notations are scrupulously scholarlyTo believe that the quality of a CD-ROMCan be conveyed through translationMay seem presumptuousBut I believe the enterprise is greatly successfulThis is a magnificent achievementA major triumph of Walloff musicA truly precious edition to the sum totalOf Walloff in EnglishThe editorial apparatus of this CD-ROMLeaves nothing to be desiredThe editorial apparatus of this CDLeaves nothing to be desiredIt leaves nothing to be desiredNothing to be desiredNothing to be desiredNothing to be desiredanymoreMind changingMind changingChange yourMind changingMind changingChange your mind changingMind changingStand byMind changingMind changingStand byMind changingMind changingAnd there's nothing to be desiredNothing to be desiredNothingIf not dishyNothing to be desiredNothingNothing to be desiredIt's not mind changingMind changingChange your mind changingMind changingChange your mind changingMind changingChange your mind changingMind changingChange your mind changingIn far off California, there is no natural planIts mighty branching, and its preponderant boughsWeigh heavy on a Sontag morning(Baby Grace Blue)Umm.. Test, testing, testingThis, hmmm, Grace is my nameAnd, there was, ummIt was like phot... a fading photograph ofA patch, a patchwork quilt.And they've put me on these...Ramona put me on these interest drugsSo I'm thinking very, too, bit too fast like a brain patchLike I’ve got this so..(sigh)This soul brain patch, and its got...I got the shakers on it with this neuro-transmit.. (sigh)And ah.. they won’t let me see anybodyExcept the breeders in the enclaveAnd the check players, and I can still hear some....If I want to sometimes and I askI can still hear some pop...popular musicsAnd aftershocks, and they say what...They say what were...um...What were you doing?What was I doing when I saw the small friends?And I said that (cough),I’ve been watching a television of, a television ofGeoffrey’s ‘Eat the Breast’ about, um.. the British revolutionAnd something about the second protector, er...Was a news coaster in err.. the homelandsYes, the new homelands, Um..And then I recognized the small friendsbecause one of them was a very infamous, andHe was a grand visionary, He was the grand visionaryThe one who was on a television, um..Who made soul patches the law, and..That’s all I can rememberAnd now they just want me to be quietAnd to worship the lot,And I think something is going to be horrid...(Ramona A. Stone)Hello Leon,Would you like something, really fishy?Hello Leon,Would you like something, really fishy?I gave up flogging in OxfordThe enemy is fragileThe enemy is fragile, ohhhWho has seen this furious man?Who will rid me of this shaking head?Hello Leon,Would you like something, really fishy?It was just a fading photograph drunk on the black leather sofa,Glass fronted, forgotten by the last tenant.Who will rid me of this shaking head?Who has seen this furious man?The enemy is fragileBut he has no, has noThe enemy is fragileThe enemy has always been hereYou could have been fighting to the death, but noooWell wrap up and we’ll go dancing LeonDance fishing?Something in her mouthThere’s something in her mouthSomething mysteriousThere’s something in her mouthBetween... patois and BeckettI bet it is a speech(The Artist/Minotaur)Sample techniques, exponents of the greatest ‘walla bang’ of the 21st centuryPhase techniques, and rich 21st century Spanish incantationsYou are. a permutationYou are. a patoisYou are. Chinese poetryYou are. something mysteriousYou are. speech delayYou are. patois and BeckettYou are. fighting to the deathYou are. floggingYou are. something really fishyYou are. whisperingsYou are. swarming(Algeria Touchshriek)My name is Mr. TouchshriekOf Touchshriek Mail Over and FantasyI sell egg shells off the shesores and empty femalesI'm thinking of leasing the room above my shopTo a Mr. Walloff DomburgA reject from the world wide intellectHe is a broken manI am also a broken manIt would be nice to have companyWe could have great conversationsPossibly, just maybe... after a nice cup of teaFrom a trip of the tongueWe’ll creep together, down a memory laneAnd then we’ll be youngAnd full of bubbly ambitionInstead of the slump males that we areLooking through windows for demonsWatching the young advancing all electricA small shop on the corner is really no moreThan the dark spiral with no endI’m in a street behind the museum of modern partsThe buildings are close togetherNo more than 10 feet between one sideOf the street, and the otherThere’s not much in the way of daylightBut at least we don’t get the rain... Which is a blessingSome of the houses still have inhabitants in themI'm not sure if they're from this country or notI don't get to speak much to... anyone or that sort of thingIf I had another broken manOh, I dream of something like thatNot sure if they're from this country or not (faint fade-out)I mean, who am I supposed to be driving?(Acolytes)A snapper, with a fatal heartWho resents all stupid questionsRamona A. Stone put her arms around a boyThe golden boy with a lion’s heartThe boy who lives outsideAn urchin among immortalsLeon! Lift up your eyes!The very stars are callingYour name is Leon, Leon is your name!Murder you will do!Leon, lift up your eyesFor sun drenched us outLift up your eyesThe sun drenched us outIman saw the great fizzleShizzle, NostrichHe can....Whoa...Leon, lift up your eyesLeon, lift up your eyesAnd knock you this(Inaudible maybe a foreign language)Pellets fall..Pellets fall..Leon, lift up your eyesLeon, lift up your eyesSun drenched shizzleSun drenched shizzleBe immortalSun drenched shizzleSun drenched shizzleBe immortaletc.