
Can’t Help Thinking About Me (Live at the Elysée Montmartre, Paris on 14th October, 1999) David Bowie
"Can’t Help Thinking About Me" by David Bowie, performed live in 1999, is a #Rock song reflecting themes of self-reflection and the struggle with identity. The lyrics convey a sense of longing and nostalgia, while its energetic instrumentation and Bowie’s charismatic delivery enhance its emotional depth. The song captures the essence of personal introspection, resonating with fans and showcasing Bowie's enduring influence on music and culture. Released in 1966, it remains a poignant exploration of self-awareness.

[Intro]
Let's dip back into the murky past; this is a song I originally recorded-- it's the first song I recorded as David Bowie in 1966, so... you won't know it very well, but it's fast, it's nice... it is nice, it's called "Can't Help Thinking About Me"
[Verse 1]
Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My head's bowed in shame
It seems that I've blackened the family name
My Mother says that she can't stand the neighbours talking
I've gotta leave this home, pack my bags, start walking, yeah
I'm guilty
[Pre-Chorus]
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime
[Chorus]
I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me
[Verse 2]
Remember when we used to go to church on Sundays
I'd lie awake at night, terrified of school on Mondays
[Pre-Chorus]
It's too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again, but
Let's dip back into the murky past; this is a song I originally recorded-- it's the first song I recorded as David Bowie in 1966, so... you won't know it very well, but it's fast, it's nice... it is nice, it's called "Can't Help Thinking About Me"
[Verse 1]
Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My head's bowed in shame
It seems that I've blackened the family name
My Mother says that she can't stand the neighbours talking
I've gotta leave this home, pack my bags, start walking, yeah
I'm guilty
[Pre-Chorus]
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime
[Chorus]
I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me
I can't help thinking about me
[Verse 2]
Remember when we used to go to church on Sundays
I'd lie awake at night, terrified of school on Mondays
[Pre-Chorus]
It's too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again, but
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