Released: June 30, 2008
Songwriter: Jacques Brel
Producer: Ken Scott Mike Moran
[Verse 1]
My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think of that or the passing time
[Chorus]
But whatever lies 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
[Verse 2]
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Ah let's not think about the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think about the passing time
[Chorus]
But what ever lies 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
[Verse 3]
My death waits there, among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadow cowers
So let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there, in a double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
Let's not think about the passing time
[Chorus]
But whatever lies 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
[Audience Applause]
My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
We drank for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think of that or the passing time
[Chorus]
But whatever lies 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
[Verse 2]
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Ah let's not think about the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think about the passing time
[Chorus]
But what ever lies 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
[Verse 3]
My death waits there, among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowers
Where the blackest shadow cowers
So let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there, in a double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
Let's not think about the passing time
[Chorus]
But whatever lies 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
[Audience Applause]
Live Santa Monica ’72
- Introduction [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Rock ‘N’ Roll Suicide [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Suffragette City [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- The Jean Genie [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Waiting For The Man [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- John, I’m Only Dancing [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Moonage Daydream [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Queen Bitch [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- The Width Of A Circle [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- My Death [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Andy Warhol [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Space Oddity [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Five Years [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- The Supermen [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Changes [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Ziggy Stardust [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Hang On To Yourself [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Life on Mars? [Live Santa Monica ’72]
- Live Santa Monica ’72 (2008)
- Space Oddity
- ★ (Blackstar)
- Heroes
- Life on Mars?
- Lazarus
- Starman
- Changes
- The Man Who Sold the World
- Girl Loves Me
- Ashes to Ashes
- Ziggy Stardust
- Moonage Daydream
- Modern Love
- Five Years
- ’Tis a Pity She Was a Whore
- I Can’t Give Everything Away
- Dollar Days
- Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide
- Rebel Rebel
- Young Americans
- Station to Station
- Suffragette City
- Let’s Dance
- Sue (Or in a Season of Crime)