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Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris Soundtrack lyrics TIMID FRIEDA lyrics Timid Frieda Will they greet her On the street where Young strangers travel On magic carpets Floating lightly In beaded caravans Who can know if They will free her On the street where She comes to join them There she goes With her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda Will life seize her On the street where The new dreams gather Like fearless robins Joined together In high-flying bands She feels taller Troubles smaller On the street where She's lost in wonder There she goes With her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda Won't return now To the home where They do not need her But always feed her Little lessons And platitudes from cans She is free now She will be now On the street where The beat's electric There she goes With her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda Who will lead her On the street where The cops all perish For they can't break her And she can take her Brave new fuck you stand Yet she's frightened Her senses heightened On the street where The darkness brightens There she goes With her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda If you see her On the street where The future gathers Just let her be her Let her play in The broken times of sand There she goes now Down the sidewalk On the street where The world is bursting There she goes With her valises Held so tightly in her hands. 8. My Death My death waits like an old roué So confident I'll go his way Whistle for him and the passing time My death waits like a Bible truth At the funeral of my youth Weep loud for that and the passing time My death waits like a witch at night As surely as our love is bright Let's laugh for us and the passing time But whatever is behind t he door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door there is you My death waits like a beggar blind Who sees the world with an unlit mind Throw him a dime for the passing time May death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends Let's drink to that and the passing time My death waits in your arms, your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's not talk about the passing time But whatever is behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door there is you My death waits among falling leaves In magicians' mysterious sleeves Rabbits, doves, and the passing time My death waits there among the flowers Where the blackest shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits in a double bed Sails of oblivion at my head Pull up the sheets against the passing time But whatever is behind the door There is nothing much t o do Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door there is you. Other Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris Soundtrack lyrics: MARATHON lyrics ALONE lyrics MADELEINE lyrics I LOVED lyrics MATHILDE lyrics BACHELOR'S DANCE lyrics GIRLS AND DOGS lyrics JACKIE lyrics THE STATUE lyrics THE DESPERATE ONES lyrics SONS OF lyrics AMSTERDAM lyrics THE BULLS lyrics THE OLD FOLKS lyrics MARIEKE lyrics FANETTE lyrics FUNERAL TANGO lyrics THE MIDDLE CLASS lyrics NO, LOVE, YOU'RE NOT ALONE lyrics NEXT lyrics CAROUSEL lyrics IF WE ONLY HAVE LOVE lyrics |