By Leonard Cohen
(My modified version)
Now in the Trism tomb there are ten lost executives
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 wonder, I wonder, I wonder about you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where mahogany's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and shifting sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waste 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 the Trism tomb
Where your mouth will have 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 image
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 board members 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 all again in the Trism tomb
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My ears listening to the dew of your sighs
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 legendary beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the chains that you lift on your wrist
Oh my bonds, Oh my bonds
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is
Now, here some samples to make you giggle like I did:
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