Happy Birthday, David -- January 8th

The lines of a face live. The lines of origin wrap around me now. Lines you contend cannot go back, nor through, only forward destiny exists in this time. You do not know the cross-section of lines, only the straight-forward slide, But you radiate everywhere, exist everywhere, Live. --by Countess S

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In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams I don't need another change, still you forced away into my scheme of things You say we're growing, growing heart and soul In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams Sweet name, you're born once again for me Sweet name, you're born once again for me Oh sweet name, I call you again, you're born once again for me Just because I believe don't mean I don't think as well Don't have to question everything in heaven or hell Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things It's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself And I don't stand in my own light Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing My prayer flies like a word on a wing Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things? In this age of grand illusion you walked into my life out of my dreams Sweet name, you're born once again for me just as long as I can see, I'll never stop this vision flowing I look twice and you're still flowing Just as long as I can walk I'll walk beside you, I'm alive in you Sweet name, you're born once again for me And I'm ready to shape the scheme of things Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things Ooh... Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things It's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself And I don't stand in my own light Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing And I'm trying hard to fit among your scheme of things It's safer than a strange land, but I still care for myself And I don't stand in my own light Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing My prayer flies like a word on a wing Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things? --by David Bowie

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