My Death - Live at the Shakespeare Festival, New York, 18th September, 1995
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β±οΈ 7:10 duration
π ID: 5325675
π Lyrics
Um, the second song, uh, in fact, last time I did it in New York was in 1973
Yeah, that's right. Um, it's by Jacques Brel
I've done this thing as a march, tango, waltz, uh, bossa nova
Tonight I'll just do it with piano. It's called, uh, "My Death"
When you're ready
My death waits like an old rouΓ©
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits there, 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 not think about the passing time
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
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees this world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits there to allow, my friends
A few good times before it ends
Yeah, let's drink to that and the passing time
My death waits there, between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Oh, let's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing we can do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door, there is you
My death waits there, among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits, dogs, and the passing time
My death waits there, among the flowers
Where the blackest shadow cowers
We'll pick lilacs for this passing time
My death waits there, in our double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
Pull up the sheets against the passing time
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
Mike Garson
Thank you very much, good night
Yeah, that's right. Um, it's by Jacques Brel
I've done this thing as a march, tango, waltz, uh, bossa nova
Tonight I'll just do it with piano. It's called, uh, "My Death"
When you're ready
My death waits like an old rouΓ©
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits there, 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 not think about the passing time
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
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees this world through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits there to allow, my friends
A few good times before it ends
Yeah, let's drink to that and the passing time
My death waits there, between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Oh, let's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
There is nothing we can do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door, there is you
My death waits there, among the leaves
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Rabbits, dogs, and the passing time
My death waits there, among the flowers
Where the blackest shadow cowers
We'll pick lilacs for this passing time
My death waits there, in our double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
Pull up the sheets against the passing time
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
Mike Garson
Thank you very much, good night
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.07] Um, the second song, uh, in fact, last time I did it in New York was in 1973
[00:07.28] Yeah, that's right. Um, it's by Jacques Brel
[00:10.60] I've done this thing as a march, tango, waltz, uh, bossa nova
[00:16.95] Tonight I'll just do it with piano. It's called, uh, "My Death"
[00:23.81] When you're ready
[00:25.02]
[00:51.27] My death waits like an old rouΓ©
[01:01.66] So confident I'll go his way
[01:09.57] Whistle to him and the passing time
[01:19.37] My death waits there, like a Bible truth
[01:29.03] At the funeral of my youth
[01:36.40] Weep loud for that, and the passing time
[01:46.23] My death waits like a witch at night
[01:55.90] As surely as our love is bright
[02:04.02] Let's not think about the passing time
[02:13.33] But whatever lies behind the door
[02:20.74] There is nothing much to do
[02:28.74] Angel or devil, I don't care
[02:36.41] For in front of that door, there is you
[02:48.76] My death waits like a beggar blind
[02:56.48] Who sees this world through an unlit mind
[03:01.96] Throw him a dime for the passing time
[03:10.49] My death waits there to allow, my friends
[03:18.27] A few good times before it ends
[03:24.55] Yeah, let's drink to that and the passing time
[03:34.69] My death waits there, between your thighs
[03:42.35] Your cool fingers will close my eyes
[03:48.92] Oh, let's not think about the passing time
[03:59.92] But whatever lies behind the door
[04:07.18] There is nothing we can do
[04:14.08] Angel or devil, I don't care
[04:22.44] For in front of that door, there is you
[04:34.46] My death waits there, among the leaves
[04:42.65] In magician's mysterious sleeves
[04:50.55] Rabbits, dogs, and the passing time
[04:59.80] My death waits there, among the flowers
[05:08.67] Where the blackest shadow cowers
[05:15.51] We'll pick lilacs for this passing time
[05:25.07] My death waits there, in our double bed
[05:34.33] Sails of oblivion at my head
[05:42.08] Pull up the sheets against the passing time
[05:52.41] But whatever lies behind the door
[06:00.35] There is nothing much to do
[06:08.42] Angel or devil, I don't care
[06:20.91] For in front of that door, there is you
[06:33.09]
[06:46.06] Mike Garson
[06:51.36] Thank you very much, good night
[06:52.55]
[00:07.28] Yeah, that's right. Um, it's by Jacques Brel
[00:10.60] I've done this thing as a march, tango, waltz, uh, bossa nova
[00:16.95] Tonight I'll just do it with piano. It's called, uh, "My Death"
[00:23.81] When you're ready
[00:25.02]
[00:51.27] My death waits like an old rouΓ©
[01:01.66] So confident I'll go his way
[01:09.57] Whistle to him and the passing time
[01:19.37] My death waits there, like a Bible truth
[01:29.03] At the funeral of my youth
[01:36.40] Weep loud for that, and the passing time
[01:46.23] My death waits like a witch at night
[01:55.90] As surely as our love is bright
[02:04.02] Let's not think about the passing time
[02:13.33] But whatever lies behind the door
[02:20.74] There is nothing much to do
[02:28.74] Angel or devil, I don't care
[02:36.41] For in front of that door, there is you
[02:48.76] My death waits like a beggar blind
[02:56.48] Who sees this world through an unlit mind
[03:01.96] Throw him a dime for the passing time
[03:10.49] My death waits there to allow, my friends
[03:18.27] A few good times before it ends
[03:24.55] Yeah, let's drink to that and the passing time
[03:34.69] My death waits there, between your thighs
[03:42.35] Your cool fingers will close my eyes
[03:48.92] Oh, let's not think about the passing time
[03:59.92] But whatever lies behind the door
[04:07.18] There is nothing we can do
[04:14.08] Angel or devil, I don't care
[04:22.44] For in front of that door, there is you
[04:34.46] My death waits there, among the leaves
[04:42.65] In magician's mysterious sleeves
[04:50.55] Rabbits, dogs, and the passing time
[04:59.80] My death waits there, among the flowers
[05:08.67] Where the blackest shadow cowers
[05:15.51] We'll pick lilacs for this passing time
[05:25.07] My death waits there, in our double bed
[05:34.33] Sails of oblivion at my head
[05:42.08] Pull up the sheets against the passing time
[05:52.41] But whatever lies behind the door
[06:00.35] There is nothing much to do
[06:08.42] Angel or devil, I don't care
[06:20.91] For in front of that door, there is you
[06:33.09]
[06:46.06] Mike Garson
[06:51.36] Thank you very much, good night
[06:52.55]