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Take This Waltz (Live)

Leonard Cohen18 Jul 2019

Take This Waltz (Live) Lyrics

Take This Waltz (Live) - Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)

Written by:Garcia Lorca/Leonard Cohen

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 a tree where the doves go to die

 

There's a piece that was 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 it's jaws

 

Oh I want you I want you I want you

 

On a chair with a dead magazine

 

In the cave at the tip of the lily

 

In some hallways 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 it's very own breath of brandy and Death

Dragging it's tail in the sea

 

There's a concert hall in Vienna

 

Where your mouth had a thousand reviews

 

There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking

 

They've been sentenced to death by the blues

 

Ah but who is it climbs 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 it's 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

 

It's yours now it's all that there is

 

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