The Mirror - The Song

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Lyrics

Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark
The mirror will watch over you
Pierrot never calls so pack your face and chase the dark
The mirrors hung up on you
Don't be last your friends and your reflections
It's autodirection now

Poor Harlequin, you're quite an exception
Fade Trubadour - on a downer
Gay Harlequin doesn't believe in you
Doesn't believe it's true - such a downer

Trivia

• An early Bowie-penned song, generally available only on bootleg.

Appearances

• The Forgotten Songs of David Robert Jones

This document last updated Friday, 09-Oct-1998 20:00:50 EDT