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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