Bring Me The Disco King"
David Bowie Lyrics


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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 disappear

Memories 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 on

Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible

Hot 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 girls

Don'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 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

Spin-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 release

Dance, 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

Overall Meaning

"Bring Me The Disco King" is a haunting and eerie song by the late David Bowie that speaks of isolation and disillusionment. The lyrics are steeped in vivid and evocative imagery, producing a surreal, dream-like landscape.


The song opens with Bowie lamenting about an unfulfilled promise of clarity, urging the singer to let him know when the time is now, but not to open the door or stab him in the dark. He reminisces on memories of the past, which rise like bats out of hell and stab him from the city spires. He believes that life wasn't worth the balance or the crumpled paper it was written on.


Bowie then talks about the hot cash days and cold nights under chrome and glass. He follows his thoughts down a river of perfumed limbs and shares his experiences of fun with "good time girls." But overlying all of it is a sense of unease - a feeling that they're all invisible. He repeats his plea not to let him know they're invisible, and calls for them to dance through the fire.


The song is melancholic and seems to reflect Bowie's own sense of disillusionment and disconnection from the world. It speaks of his longing for something more, something deeper.


Line by Line Meaning

You promised me the ending would be clear
You made a promise that the ending would be easy to understand


You'd let me know when the time was now
You assured me you would inform me when it was the right time


Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Don't inform me when you unleash something unexpected on me


Stab me in the dark, let me disappear
Let me disappear without warning me, in the same way that someone stabs another in the dark


Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Memories that come back suddenly and aggressively, like bats flying out of hell


Stab you from the city spires
Something that stabs you emotionally from high places, like skyscrapers


Life wasn't worth the balance
Life wasn't worth being weighed against something else.


Or the crumpled paper it was written on
Or the meaningless piece of paper it was written on.


Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't reveal our unnoticed or insignificant status


Hot cash days that you trailed around
Days of plenty of money that you used to enjoy


Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Nights spent in places that are artificial, cold, and made of modern materials


Led me down river of perfumed limbs
You led me on a path of indulgence and decadence.


Sent me to the streets with the good time girls
You sent me to places with women who were only interested in having a good time.


We could dance, dance, dance through' the fire
We could persist through difficult times with dance or by taking risks.


Feed me no lies
Don't tell me false stories.


Breathe through the years
Endure through the passage of time


Bring me the disco king
Bring me back to the era of disco and its energy.


Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring the spirit of the disco king back to life, whether through the living or the dead.


Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Activities with people who were inactive and lifeless


Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
The light in the clubs is bleak, and the atmosphere is oppressive.


Killing time in the '70s
Wasting precious time in the carefree '70s.


Smelling of love through the moist winds
The sweet scent of love carried by the moist breeze during the past.


Soon there'll be nothing left of me
I will disappear soon, with no trace of me remaining.


Nothing left to release
I will not have anything left to express or reveal.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: DAVID BOWIE

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