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Leonard Cohen - Take This Waltz (Official Live in London 2008)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Songwriter
Federico García Lorca
Federico García Lorca
Poetry
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edward Sanders
Edward Sanders
Producer
Steven Berkowitz
Steven Berkowitz
Co-Producer
Stephen J. Spencer
Stephen J. Spencer
Recording Engineer
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Will Hensley
Will Hensley
Assistant Engineer
Leanne Ungar
Leanne Ungar
Engineer
Russell Wilson
Russell Wilson
Engineer
John Van Nest
John Van Nest
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 mornin'
And it hangs in the gallery of frost
[Verse 2]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on it's jaw
[Verse 3]
I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In that cave at the tip of a 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
[Verse 4]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take it's broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and death
Draggin' its tail in the sea
[Verse 5]
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
Oh, but who is it, climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
[Verse 6]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz, it's been dying for years
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
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
Draggin' its tail in the sea
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
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
Your sweet shepherd of strings
Written by: Federico García Lorca, Leonard Cohen
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