Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris movie

Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris movie - TIMID FRIEDA lyrics

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Timid Frieda<br>

Will they greet her<br>

On the street where<br>

Young strangers travel<br>

On magic carpets<br>

Floating lightly<br>

In beaded caravans<br>

Who can know if<br>

They will free her<br>

On the street where<br>

She comes to join them<br>

There she goes<br>

With her valises<br>

Held so tightly in her hands<br>

Timid Frieda<br>

Will life seize her<br>

On the street where<br>

The new dreams gather<br>

Like fearless robins<br>

Joined together<br>

In high-flying bands<br>

She feels taller<br>

Troubles smaller<br>

On the street where<br>

She's lost in wonder<br>

There she goes<br>

With her valises<br>

Held so tightly in her hands<br>

Timid Frieda<br>

Won't return now<br>

To the home where<br>

They do not need her<br>

But always feed her<br>

Little lessons<br>

And platitudes from cans<br>

She is free now<br>

She will be now<br>

On the street where<br>

The beat's electric<br>

There she goes<br>

With her valises<br>

Held so tightly in her hands<br>

Timid Frieda<br>

Who will lead her<br>

On the street where<br>

The cops all perish<br>

For they can't break her<br>

And she can take her<br>

Brave new fuck you stand<br>

Yet she's frightened<br>

Her senses heightened<br>

On the street where<br>

The darkness brightens<br>

There she goes<br>

With her valises<br>

Held so tightly in her hands<br>

Timid Frieda<br>

If you see her<br>

On the street where<br>

The future gathers<br>

Just let her be her<br>

Let her play in<br>

The broken times of sand<br>

There she goes now<br>

Down the sidewalk <br>

On the street where<br>

The world is bursting<br>

There she goes<br>

With her valises<br>

Held so tightly in her hands.<br>

8. My Death<br>

My death waits like an old roué<br>

So confident I'll go his way<br>

Whistle for him and the passing time<br>

My death waits like a Bible truth<br>

At the funeral of my youth<br>

Weep loud for that and the passing time<br>

My death waits like a witch at night<br>

As surely as our love is bright<br>

Let's laugh for us and the passing time<br>

But whatever is behind t he door<br>

There is nothing much to do<br>

Angel or devil, I don't care<br>

For in front of that door there is you<br>

My death waits like a beggar blind<br>

Who sees the world with an unlit mind<br>

Throw him a dime for the passing time<br>

May death waits to allow my friends<br>

A few good times before it ends<br>

Let's drink to that and the passing time<br>

My death waits in your arms, your thighs<br>

Your cool fingers will close my eyes<br>

Let's not talk about the passing time<br>

But whatever is behind the door<br>

There is nothing much to do<br>

Angel or devil, I don't care<br>

For in front of that door there is you<br>

My death waits among falling leaves<br>

In magicians' mysterious sleeves<br>

Rabbits, doves, and the passing time<br>

My death waits there among the flowers<br>

Where the blackest shadow cowers<br>

Let's pick lilacs for the passing time<br>

My death waits in a double bed<br>

Sails of oblivion at my head<br>

Pull up the sheets against the passing time<br>

But whatever is behind the door<br>

There is nothing much t o do<br>

Angel or devil, I don't care<br>

For in front of that door there is you.<br>

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