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Lyrics To Take This Waltz by 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 its 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 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 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 its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
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

From a Russell interview in The Daily Telegraph 1998:

(laughs) Sometimes I stop and go, "what the hell are you doing?" I can remember two years ago being so @#%$ tired and everything that I had on was so overwhelming. And the only thing that has happened in that last two years is that more stuff has come into the schedule. It's only just got bigger. So if I was tired a couple of years ago, I don't know where I am at the minute.

I can say that but, at the same time, we get a massive amount of stuff done and it's all fascinating and interesting. So, in Mudgee with the Australian Chamber Orchestra, although fraught with tension and the fear of making a complete dick of oneself in a polite environment, there's also an enjoyment level.

If you don't get a charge out of it, if it doesn't actually make your stomach ripple and get the butterflies going, then why do it? From a performer's point of view, that's the adrenaline rush, that's the jumping out of the plane thing. In its own way, that's absolutely relaxing to do.

Thanks, alcedonia