Thinking about Brel

[wren_kt7oz]

For some reason - and it's to do with the chorus - lately when I play this song (and, no, I don't usually play the Bowie version, there are better) the lyrics make me think of BJ.

Well, lately the lyrics to just about anything make me thing of BJ, but these in particular.

Damn but I love Brel!

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 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 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
let's drink to them
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 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 among the falling leaves
in magician's mysterious sleeves,
rabbits, dogs, and the passing time ...
My death waits 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
haul 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.

Somehow it seems very Brian to me.

And one of the most powerful statements of love that I've ever read or heard. Sung well, it can rip your guts out.

Just thought I'd put that out there.