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)