Take This Waltz - Live in London

Lyrics for Take This Waltz - Live in London

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's this tree where the doves love to die There's a piece torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws I want you, I want you, I want you On that chair with a dead magazine In that cave at the tip of the lily In some hallway where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take its broken waist in your hand This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and death Dragging its tail in the sea There's a concert hall in Vienna Where your mouth had a thousand reviews There's this bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced to death by the blues Ah, but who is it climbed to your picture With a garland of freshly cut tears? Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz, it's been dying for years There's an attic where children are playing Where I've got to lie down with you soon In a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz With its, I'll never forget you, you know This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and death Dragging its tail in the sea And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder My mouth on the dew of your thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross And you'll carry me down on your dancing To the pools that you lift on your wrist Oh my love, oh my love Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz, now it's all that there is The sweet shepherd of strings On the laud, Javier Mas (Ay, ay, ay, ay) The master of death on the instrument of wind, Dino Soldo The signature of steady, on the pedal steel and electric guitar, Bob Metzgar The prince of precision, our time keeper on the drums Rafael Bernardo Gayol On the Hammond B-3 and the keyboards, the inpecable Neil Larsen My collaborator, the incontenible Sharon Robinson Hattie and Charlie Webb, the sublime Webb sisters Our guardian, our musical director on the upright and the electric bass, Roscoe Beck Thank you so much, dear friends Thank you for this memorable evening (Ay, ay ay, ay)