Kirsten says,

“The flowers are from my kitchen. The Bowie photo is by Debi Doss, compliments of the Internet, shot at Hammersmith-Odeon.

Happy Birthday, David!

You promised me the ending would be clear
You’d let me know when the time was now
Don’t let me know when you’re opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappearMemories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn’t worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written onDon’t let me know we’re invisible
Don’t let me know we’re invisibleHot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me down river of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the streets with the good time girlsDon’t let me know we’re invisible
Don’t let me know we’re invisible
We could dance, dance, dance through’ the fire
Dance, dance, dance through’ the fireFeed me no lies
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Breathe through the years
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco kingSpin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the ’70s
Smelling of love through the moist winds
Don’t let me know when you’re opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there’ll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to releaseDance, dance, dance through’ the fire
Dance, dance, dance through’ the fire
Feed me no lies
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Breathe through the years
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king

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