Ofcourse I wanted to go. But I was probably just two hours late. Or even worse, a thirty minute delay. Or three minutes. God knows. Literally. By the time I got to the computer to get me some tickets to London concert I saw just fancy sign of “sold out” on my screen. I had alarm clock set for myself for that morning when the tickets came on sale. But, as always on these important dates, I was calles to work. Just this one day on this week. One day. This one day when I needed to be at my desk, with my coffee, staring out ouf the window into the bright spring morning and warming up my wrists to fiddle with the online purchase. Bummer. 

Now this is playing in my Youtube for few days. Bliss. Gorgeous outcome! Love Eric Clapton, love Billy Gibbons. I think I know their all songs by heart. Yes, I am ol’ fart 🙂

Looking forward to the important day this Friday. Johnnys’ Birthday! Yippii! I will sing him a song or two for his Birthday. For sure. One of them is Leonard Cohen Dance me to the end of love… let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone…

Another is Simon & Garfunkels Sound of Silence. And then a whole load of songs out loud and wrong :). Springsteen Tougher than the rest perhaps. Maybe some Rammstein to finish off as a desert. Or cherry on top. Uh, how generous I am.

But above all. I dream of the shadows of Vienna. The walks in Belvedere. Klimt. Whole day of Klimt. And sunshine. Quiet. 

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

Aey, aey, aey, aey
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 hallway where love’s never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

Aey, aey, aey, aey
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
But who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?

Aey, aey, aey, aey
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

Aey, aey, aey, aey
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

Love to JCD

take this waltz