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TIMID FRIEDA Song Lyrics

 
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TIMID FRIEDA 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 f**k 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.
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