After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok
But why did I kill him? Why? Why?
In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
My ears rack and throb with his cry,
And his eyes goggle under his hair,
As my fingers sink into the fair
White skin of his throat. It was I!
I killed him! My God! Don't you hear?
I shook him until his red tongue
Hung flapping out through the black, queer,
Swollen lines of his lips. And I clung
With my nails drawing blood, while I flung
The loose, heavy body in fear.
Fear lest he should still not be dead.
I was drunk with the lust of his life.
The blood-drops oozed slow from his head
And dabbled a chair. And our strife
Lasted one reeling second, his knife
Lay and winked in the lights overhead.
And the waltz from the ballroom I heard,
When I called him a low, sneaking cur.
And the wail of the violins stirred
My brute anger with visions of her.
As I throttled his windpipe, the purr
Of his breath with the waltz became blurred.
I have ridden ten miles through the dark,
With that music, an infernal din,
Pounding rhythmic inside me. Just Hark!
One! Two! Three! And my fingers sink in
To his flesh when the violins, thin
And straining with passion, grow stark.
One! Two! Three! Oh, the horror of sound!
While she danced I was crushing his throat.
He had tasted the joy of her, wound
Round her body, and I heard him gloat
On the favour. That instant I smote.
One! Two! Three! How the dancers swirl round!
He is here in the room, in my arm,
His limp body hangs on the spin
Of the waltz we are dancing, a swarm
Of blood-drops is hemming us in!
Round and round! One! Two! Three! And his sin
Is red like his tongue lolling warm.
One! Two! Three! And the drums are his knell.
He is heavy, his feet beat the floor
As I drag him about in the swell
Of the waltz. With a menacing roar,
The trumpets crash in through the door.
One! Two! Three! clangs his funeral bell.
One! Two! Three! In the chaos of space
Rolls the earth to the hideous glee
Of death! And so cramped is this place,
I stifle and pant. One! Two! Three!
Round and round! God! 'Tis he throttles me!
He has covered my mouth with his face!
And his blood has dripped into my heart!
And my heart beats and labours. One! Two!
Three! His dead limbs have coiled every part
Of my body in tentacles. Through
My ears the waltz jangles. Like glue
His dead body holds me athwart.
One! Two! Three! Give me air! Oh! My God!
One! Two! Three! I am drowning in slime!
One! Two! Three! And his corpse, like a clod,
Beats me into a jelly! The chime,
One! Two! Three! And his dead legs keep time.
Air! Give me air! Air! My God!
poem by Amy Lowell
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Take This Waltz
Now in vienna theres ten pretty women
Theres a shoulder where death comes to cry
Theres a lobby with nine hundred windows
Theres a tree where the doves go to die
Theres 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 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 hallways where loves 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
Theres a concert hall in vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
Theres a bar where the boys have stopped talking
Theyve 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 its been dying for years
Theres an attic where children are playing
Where Ive got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And Ill see what youve chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its Ill never forget you, you know!
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
And Ill dance with you in vienna
Ill be wearing a rivers disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And Ill yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And youll 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
Its yours now. its all that there is.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Buried Alive
[Venom cover]
I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep
As friend gather round and mourners they weep
My mind thinks of all the things I have done
My body is cold but my heart beat goes on
And on................and on
As they lower me down into that hole in the ground
I scream out for help but they hear not a sound
I fear at the lid, my fingers they bleed
Is this happening to me or is it just a dream
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........
"Let me out of here"
My bones are decayed, my flesh it doth rot
I'm lying in silk, take the lid off this box
My lungs gasp for air, my eyes scream for sight
I promise the rise of my body this night
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........
Screaming in torment.....
I'm felling you all......
Take heed of my plea.....
Answer my call...........
I'm gonna be free........
song performed by by Obituary
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Like An Old Fashioned Waltz
(sandy denny)
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Primrose is pale
On the velvet green hue
Warm summer days
Like cool water falls
Like music we hear
Those things well always hold dear
Like an old fashioned waltz
When the moonlight shines down
On the hollywood world
And the heroine waits
For her love to return
And the violins play
>from behind garden walls
Oh how I love to remain
With the silver refrain
Of an old fashioned waltz
And they dance round the floor
And theres no one else there
In the world is no worry
And is never a care
By the perfect moon
As the nightingale calls
With only the moon
And the nostalgic tune
Of an old fashioned waltz
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Last Waltz Is Over
The last waltz is over
and we’ll leave together.
Then you will go your way
and I will go another.
Although the waltz is over
and we have to part,
you are still with me
deep within my heart.
Tomorrow is another day
and the dance begins again.
All day we’ll be dancing to the music
that should never end.
However no sooner does it start,
than it is over once again
and the last waltz is playing
as the evening descends.
poem by David Harris
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Harmonic Du Soir
Voici venir le temps
Now is the hour when, swinging in the breeze,
Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet.
The air is full of scents and melodies,
O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing feet!
Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet,
The violins are like sad souls that cry,
O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing feet!
A shrine of Death and Beauty is the sky.
The violins are like sad souls that cry,
Poor souls that hate the vast. black night of Death ;
A shrine of Death and Beauty is the sky.
Drowned in red blood, the Sun gives up his breath.
This soul that hates the vast black night of Death
Takes all the luminous past back tenderly,
Drowned in red blood, the Sun gives up his breath.
Thine image like a monstrance shines in me.
poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Slow Burn
Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our minds
Shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes
And the doors shall have ears
But well dance in their dark
And theyll play with our lives
Like a slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a slow burn
Turning us round and round and round hark who are we
So small in times such as these
Slow burn
Slow burn
Oh, these are the days
These are the strangest of all
These are the nights
These are the darkest to fall
But who knows?
Echoes in tenement halls
Who knows?
Though the years spare them all
Like a slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a slow burn
Twirling us round and round
And upside down
Theres fear overhead
Theres fear overground
Slow burn
Slow burn
Like a slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a slow burn
Turning us round and round and round and here are we
At the center of it all
Slow burn
Slow burn
Slow burn
song performed by by David Bowie
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Dancin round & round
(adam mitchell)
Im gonna go out tonight
Gonna feel alright
If it tears me right in two
cause I just cant stay feeling this way
With a heart thats full of you
Im gonna go right down
To a part of town
Where Ive never been before
And in some small place
Find a brand new face
And step out on the floor
And Ill be dancing round and round
And Ill be satisfied if I can just hold my ground
And if he helps me to keep your memory down
Ill be dancing round and round
Well you put some distance round you
I know I meant to see
Theres a space inside for someone
But I know it isnt me
So among the boys who are searching
And the girls who hope theyre found
If you look for me, Im the one youll see
Whos dancing round and round
And Ill be dancing round and round
And Ill be satisfied if I can just hold my ground
And if he helps me to keep your memory down
Ill be dancing round and round
Come on music, wash my tears away
Come on darkness, cover up the day
Dancing round and round
And Ill be satisfied if I can just hold my ground
And if he helps me to keep your memory down
Ill be dancing round and round
Ill be dancing round and round
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Dancin' 'Round And 'Round
I'm gonna go out tonight, gonna feel alright
If it tears me right in two, 'cause I just can't stay feeling this way
With a heart that's full of you
I'm gonna go right down to a part of town, where I've never been before
And in some small place, find a brand new face, and step out on the floor
And I'll be
Chorus:
Dancing 'round and 'round, and I'll be satisfied if I can just hold my ground
And if he helps me to keep your memory down, I'll be dancing 'round and 'round
Well you put some distance 'round you, I know I meant to see
There's a space inside for someone, but I know it isn't me
So among the boys who are searching, and the girls who hope they're found
If you look for me, I'm the one you see, who's dancing 'round and 'round
And I'll be... chorus
Come on music, wash my tears away, come on darkness, cover up the day
chorus
I'll be dancing 'round and 'round
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song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Alabama Waltz
Written and recorded by hank williams
Capo on 2nd fret
I was [a] sad and blue, I was [d] down-hearted, too
It [a] seemed like the [e] whole world was [a] lost [e]
And [a] I took a chance, and we [d] happened to dance
To the [a] tune of the [e] alabama [a] waltz.
Chorus
[d] waltz, waltz, the [a] alabama waltz
[b] there all my fears and [e] tears were lost [e7]
[a] there in your arms, with [d] all of your charms
We [a] danced to the [e] alabama [a] waltz.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Alabama Waltz
Written and recorded by hank williams
Capo on 2nd fret
I was [a] sad and blue, I was [d] down-hearted, too
It [a] seemed like the [e] whole world was [a] lost [e]
And [a] I took a chance, and we [d] happened to dance
To the [a] tune of the [e] alabama [a] waltz.
Chorus
[d] waltz, waltz, the [a] alabama waltz
[b] there all my fears and [e] tears were lost [e7]
[a] there in your arms, with [d] all of your charms
We [a] danced to the [e] alabama [a] waltz.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Dance Naked
I want you to dance naked
So I can see you
Id like to get to know you
You dont have to act naughty
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
I want you to dance naked
I promise I wont touch you
I promise to tell no one, no
I want you to dance naked
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Spin it round and round
I want you to dance naked
If you like ill join you
I want to enjoy your body
I want to hear all your secrets
I want to know if you like me
As much as I like you
I want you to dance naked
But only if you want to
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Spin it round and round
I want you to dance naked
So I can see you
Id like to get to know you
But only if you want to
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
I want you to dance naked
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The White Dance
1. Music again is heard.
The pianist stood up to name a dance.
And in the view of all
I go to You to have now my chance.
R.: I ask today for dancing only You, and You from all.
And that's not a mistake, that a dance is waltz.
Like a wind whirl the dance will turn us,
Oh, this white dance will surely serve us,
If it will make us real friends tonight.
2. Waltz fly above the earth,
Kind as a friend, and white as a snow.
May be this waltz for long
We shall remember in our thoughts.
R.
song, music by David Tukhmanov, lyrics by I. Shaferan, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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As Sorrow Leads
You walk in the door no one does anything
Your walk to your room without a word
They say nothing
Their silence is the wound, it is the sword
You take the knife from your table
You slit you wrists and watch the blood drip
They wouldn't help even if they were able
They would just smurk and curve their lip
The blood slowly drips to your bed
This is where sorrow has led
For tomorrow you will be dead
Your eyes search for answers, they look deep
The knife shines red, as you turn it
Tonight you will forever sleep
The room is lightly lit
Tomorrow will never come
This you know
A distant horror for most yet a dream for some
Some say it's black as night others as white as snow
The blood slowly drips to your bed
This is where sorrow has led
For tomorrow you will be dead
Your mind is filled with pain
Waiting, waiting for a sign
The lamb will rest with the lion head on his maine
You think as you watch 'I know no future, but this is mine.'
Your heart beats it's last beats
Your eye lids close and your head falls
It is the creator you will meet
When you think this you smiles and then your heart stalls
The blood slowly drips to the bed
This is where sorrow has led
For now you are dead.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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An Open Boat
O, what is that whimpering there in the darkness?
'Let him lie in my arms. He is breathing, I know.
Look. I'll wrap all my hair round his neck' - 'The sea's rising,
The boat must be lightened. He's dead. He must go.'
See - quick - by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses,
The cloud of white faces, in the black open boat,
And the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover
And wraps her loose hair round his breast and his throat.
'Come, lady, he's dead.' - 'No, I feel his heart beating,
He's living, I know. But he's numbed with the cold.
See, I'm wrapping my hair all around him to warm him.' -
- 'No. We can't keep the dead, dear. Come, loosen your hold.
'Come. Loosen your fingers.' - ' O God, let me keep him!' -
O, hide it, black night! Let the winds have their way!
And there are no voices or ghosts from that darkness,
To fret the bare seas at the breaking of day.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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Women Sometimes
women sometimes
are a handful, a breastful,
a body beautiful,
you think they are so easy
to handle,
cutie pie, sweetie pie,
pity pie?
sure. they're a handful
of pretty pretty breastful
pretty, pretty petty bodies..
fondle, coddle, and
lots of doodles...
but oh, without them,
what will this world of mine be?
a desert. a dry pond.
a well without water.
drought the whole year round.
cracking lips.
labyrinths without an exit.
tunnels without light.
dogs without a master.
birds unfed and dead.
skulls without a skin.
bones without flesh.
blood without veins.
nails without fingers.
pen without a paper.
milk without water.
bed without blankets and pillows.
hands without fingers.
face without eyes.
and so on and so forth.
let me have them all
in my crowded room.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Four Horsemen
By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knocks at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
For now you have got some company
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
You have been dying since the day
You were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverence rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight of your life
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
Time
has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence
For what you have had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death
Deliverence for you for sure
There is nothing you can do
So gather round young warriors now
and saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgement hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On the leather steeds they ride
They have come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
or choose your fate and die
song performed by by Metallica from Kill 'Em All
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Dancing with Me Da! (For Linda)
As usual
the world
is threaded through me
through television
& right now
it's Jimmy Cagney.
I sit enthralled
engrossed in every move
...each gesture.
My Dad comes in
from the garden
as if he were Adam
toiling over
his vegetables.
He drops his crop
of potatoes on the floor
cries out: 'Oh...
I love this! '
Sweeps me off
my feet in a gentle waltz
around our kitchen.
'Casey...'
(he softly sings)
'would waltz with
the strawberry blonde
...& the band played on! '
'He'd waltz 'round the floor
with the girl he adored
...& the band played on! '
'His heart was so loaded
(it nearly exploded) '
'For God's sake Danny
put the child down! '
He is scolded by my
pretending to be annoyed mother.
'...& make us a cup of tea! '
'...& stop acting the clown
....& being an eejit! '
I am deposited
like a broken twig
in a river
on the further bank
of a big arm chair
'Da da da da da
da da da da da
da da da da da'
he hums as the kettle
boils
kissing my mum
who is by now beginning
to hum:
'Da da da da
da da da da da da...'
...dancing with me da!
...some lost sunny Sunday.
(It is more than fitting that his poem should be dedicated to Linda Treat who was the first to greet me on the site with the openness and warmth of a true Dempsey.
Thank you for all the lovely voices out there(especially Miss Angie and my old pal AL) who took the time to listen and said they enjoyed the 'stuff.' It was much...appreciated.
Thanks folks and that's all folks.)
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Midnight Love
My sweet darling dance with me in my dreams
Hear the melody of love play or’ and or’
Watch the fireflies light our dance floor
Let the moon be our crystal ball, spin round and round
Hold me close as clouds we waltz upon
Our hearts take flight
As we look into each other’s eyes
And the kiss we share tastes of sweet honey
My sweet darling dance with me in my dreams
Feel my heart beat next to yours
As they beat in perfect harmony
Becoming one
My body becoming weak as your arms wrap around me
All will surrenders to your desires
I become putty in your hands
Shape me my love
My sweet darling dance with me in my dreams
We have tonight and tomorrow may never be
So hold me close and dream away with me
As we dance to the song of a midnight love
poem by Patricia Gale
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Vampires Die For You
In the valley,
before i lay
someone come
and kill me now
I drown in the fear
of my lust for your
blood.
the fear of falling
for my lust
my thrist
of your blood
it fills my heart with
blackness
slowly killing me
i cant give in but the
thrist has gotten stronger
i must have too so i slit
your throat drained
you of your life
and drunk your soul
your blood drained me
of my soul and
now im dead
and so are you
the first of your blood destroyed
my soul
poem by Halloween Nightmare
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In the Sante
I
Before I got into my cell
I had to strip my body bare
I heard an ominous voice say Well
Guillaume what are you doing here
Lazarus steps into the ground
Not out of it as he was bid
Adieu Adieu O singing round
Of years and girls the life I led
II
I'm no longer myself in here
I know
I'm number fifteen in the eleventh
Row
The sunlight filters downward through
The panes
And on these lines bright clowns alight
Like stains
They dance under my eyes while my
Ears follow
The feet of one whose feet above
Sound hollow
III
In a bear-pit like a bear
Every morning round I tramp
Round and round and round and round
The sky is like an iron clamp
In a bear-pit like a bear
Every morning round I tramp
In the next cell at the sink
Someone lets the water run
With his bunch of keys that clink
Let the goaler go and come
In the next cell at the sink
Someone lets the water run
IV
How bored I am between bare wall and wall
Whose colour pales and pines
A fly on the paper with extremely small
Steps runs across these lines
What will become of me O God Who know
My pain Who gave it me
Have pity on my dry eyes and my pallor
My chair which creaks and is not free
And all these poor hearts beating in this prison
And Love beside me seated
Pity above all my unstable reason
And this despair which threatens to defeat it
V
How long these hours take to go
As long as a whole funeral
You'll mourn the time you mourned you know
It will be gone too soon like all
Time past
too fast too long ago
VI
I hear the noises of the city
In the turning world beyond me
I see a sky which has no pity
And bare prison walls around me
The daylight disappears and now
A lamp is lit within the prison
We're all alone here in my cell
Beautiful light Beloved reason
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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