My Death tab - david bowie

From: d_sears@pavo.concordia.ca (SEARS, DAVID)

Someone requested My Death a while ago. Here it is with a few mistakes 
(98% accurate)

My Death by Jacques Brel, Performed by David Bowie from
Ziggy Stardust the Motion Picture


			 My Death


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Em     Em7   Em6     Emb6

Em        Em7              Em6
       My death waits like
Emb6          Em         Em7
       an old drouin (?)
	  Em6        Emb6
       So confident
		   Em
       I'll go his way

Em7               Em6
       Whistle to him
Emb6          D            Dsus4  D
      and the passing time
G                    A
      My death waits like
	G            C
      a Bible truth
	     F             Am      AmG
      at the funeral of my youth
	      F
      oh we drank for that
	       G
      and the passing time

  G#m                     F#
      My death waits like
		 G#m
      a witched night
	F#                     G#m
     as surely as our love is bright
	       F#              B
     let's not think about the passing time


     Em                D                C
     But whatever lies behind the door
			      B
     there is nothing much to do
     Em             D             C     CB
     Angel or Devil I don't care 
		   Am       AmG             B
     For in front of that door there is you
     Bb     C#  Gm 
     Gm
     My death waits like 

     a beggar blind

     who sees the world through a ? mind
			      F
     throw him a dime for the passing time

      Bb            C#                  Bb
     My death waits there between your thighs
	       G#                    Cm
     Your cold fingers will close my eyes
	   G#
     Let's think of that
	     Bb                            0
     And the passing time


     Bm              A
     My death waits
		 Bm
     to allow my friend
	A
     a few good  times 
		Bm
     before it ends
	      A
     so let's drink to that
	     F#
     and the passing time


     G                 F                    Eb
     but whatever lies behind the door
			      D            G
     there is nothing much to do
		   F              Eb
     Angel or Devil I don't care 

     for in front of that door 
	      D
     there is you 


     Gm
     My death waits there

     among the leaves

     in magicians mysterious sleeves

     rabbits and dogs
	     F
     and the passing time


     Bb             C#
     My death waits there
	       Bb
     among the flowers
	       G#              C#m
     where the blackest shadow cowers(?)
		G#             Bb
     Let's pick lilacs for the passing time


     Bm             A
     My death waits there 
		 Bm
     in a double bed 
	   A
     sails of oblivion
	   Bm
     at my head 
		     A
     so pull up your seats against 
	 F#
     the passing time


      Gm               F               Eb
     But whatever lies behind the door 
		      D            Gm
     there is nothing much to do 
		      F
     Angel or Devil 
			Eb
     I don't care  

     for in front of that door....... 

there is

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