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Song «My Death [Live @ Hammersmith Odeon]» von David Bowie.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1983 10 (Album), 1973 07 03 (Rec.)
Label: RCA PL 84862
Songwriter Eric Blau & Jacques Brel & Mort Shuman
Produktion: David Bowie & Mike Moran
Genre: Rock - Glamrock - Artglam, Europeana - Chanson - Chanson-à-texte

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Ein Song von Jacques Brel. Ins Englische übersetzt von Mort Shuman. Nun gibt es zwei Versionen/Varianten der englischen Übersetzung, eine für einen weiblichen und eine für einen männlichen Charakter. David Bowie singt die weibliche Variante! Der Unterschied ist:

(male version)
My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her and the passing time
(Brel, Blau, Shuman)

(female version)
My death waits like an old roué
So confident I'll go his way
Whistle to him and the passing time
(Brel, Shuman)

Personen und Querverweise

David Bowie
Eric Blau
Jacques Brel
Mort Shuman
David Bowie
Mike Moran

Lyrics

[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 Oh, we bowed 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 [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 there between your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's think of that and the passing time My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends So let's drink to that and 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 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, the blackest shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits there, in a double bed Sails of oblivion at my head So pull up the sheets against 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 Thank you