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"The Soundtrack of Your Life" 2020
"Resurrection Jukebox" 2020
"NaNoWriMo Write-A-Thon" 2020/21
"The Fiction Writer's Toolbox" 2020
"October Novel Prep Challenge" 2021(The Shanhaijing Prophecy)
Neil Gaiman's Masterclass 2019
"a very Wodehouse challenge" 2024
Template Worldbuilding 2024
"Barrel of Monkeys" [E] 2024
September 24, 2024 at 1:57am September 24, 2024 at 1:57am
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Day 4
Take This Waltz, 1988 Leonard Cohen
on the album I'm Your Man, 1988
This is a great song while drinking alcohol and becoming a little tipsy. Cohen's voice is beautiful, strong, warm, and full of life.
Because of the title, it reminds me of Waltz en France who is currently in Paris, France. I hope he has a great time, enjoying the city, the language, the beverages, and the Parisiens. Good luck in this wonderful city! Cohen is with you.
Lyrics
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 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 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 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
It's yours now. It's all that there is
Instrumental
(Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
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