The Man Who Sold The World", by David Bowie, versiones

Some storyteller, Él:


We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when.
Although I was not there, he said I was his friend,
Which came as some surprise, I spoke into his eyes:
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago.

Oh no, not me
I never lost control.
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World.

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home.
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed.

I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here.
We must have died alone, a long long time ago.

Who knows? Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World.


Él en SNL:


Nirvana (ese pulovercito, Kurt!):