The way he would carry his sword and the fighting style he had made it seem like a dance.
A deadly one at that it he made every lunge he took look effortless and meaningless.
The way he’d strike down his opponents would be fast and precise.
His blade was made black to cover all of the blood he would spill and to keep the blade looking clean.
He was a deadly predator but that didn’t keep her from falling in love with a monster like him.
To her he was just another person dancing their way through life.
I’m not a good dancer. I learned how to swing dance when my high school did Grease, but beyond that I’m clueless. A waltz would be so much fun to learn, but I’d be scared I’d fail at it.
waltzing is a dance that i don’t know how to do. it reminds me of my grandpa that i never met becaust it has walt in the beginning. waltzing would be a fun romantic dance. hmm. i’m at a loss. the end.
Life is an endless waltz. We are all involved in this endless song and dance to keep each other happy. I have a question though, what happens if I don’t dance?
Waltz is a type of dance that Indiana Jones uses to avoid obstacles and near death situations in Temple of Doom. Or maybe that was the Librarian, with Brendan Frasier.
last waltz frank sinatra rat pack dancing
ginger rogers fred astaire pretty song seventh grade learned how to do the waltz my boyfriend is really good at it
as they waltzed across the floor underneath the cool crisp evening sky they realized the cliche they were fulfilling, and then decided not to care. it was a gentle waltz, filled with the warmth love and caring only their kind of match can provide.
I love dancing. I learned the waltz when I was a kid. And by that I mean I learned how to step to the 1-2-3 beat. But I really want to learn other kinds of partner dancing. I want to learn contact improv! That seems like a skill that could be used in lots of different situations.
I’m the kid at the back of the room at a concert or dance party dancing up a storm by myself. I’m in the shadows rocking out for myself only. If i could partner dance, I could share that joy with another person.
waltz is a form of dance sometimes i think my grandpa and grandma probably do this in the basement when no one is looking and that makes me happy. i would like to learn how to waltz, but i seriously have 2 left feet. i am a clutz and that is a fact. oh well. someday i will dance at my wedding and be happy.
She danced. Danced as best as she could. Her feet did not go where she wanted to and while it seemed to others she was flowing across the floor, she was not in control of her own body. Her feet went and her body swayed to and fro in his arms.
to dance. I wish I learned to dance. But I never had the time. So I just do what I want alone in my room when I listen to music. I think I dance well, but it could look like total crap to others who watch me. Compliments boost my confidence to dance in front of others.
i suck at dancing. particularly ballroom dancing…i’ve always wanted to takes classes. maybe you should do the same, so we can tango or waltz together. it’d be fun, i promise. you know, ballroom dancing like classy motherfuckers.
I’ve never learned the waltz, but I have learned to swing dance. My wife and I took lessons awhile back. Those kinds of experiences are what keep marriages fresh and fun, but the most important thing for any marriage is to be built upon the foundation of Christ.
old fashioned waltz, tea rooms and lavender dresses, charming old men, graceful as they swirl, more graceful than they ever were in youth, more charming than they ever were. the women less beautiful, less charming. life is never fair.
i’ll take the lead,
follow me,
trust my hand
please understand
though i might tremble at your touch
God, i’ve missed this so much
one two three,
one two three,
listening to chopin’s waltz what a coincidence. this guys a fucking genius, i wonder what his personal life was like. people forget about that stuff, the man himself overshadowed by his towering musical, political, etc. accomplishments. I hope i do something great enough for that to occur.
“Ba dum de dum dum,” my Grandfather hummed as he spun me around the lush gardens of his North Ireland mansion. “Grandpa, what is this dance called?” I asked, curious as to why I was perched so carefully on his feet. “This, my darling, is one of the oldest dances to date. This is called a waltz,” he said, smiling his Grandpa smile. He dipped me back and I laughed, carefree.
we were in red. both of us. and it was about 7 in the evening we were late and the party had already begun. this was odd because the celebration was for the two of us, our anniversary it was custom to dance a waltz, but neither of us had practiced nor did we have any interest in dancing together. what were we doing this for? our friends and family? this was designated for our five years of marriage, a marriage no one expected to last. and we were waltzing simply to show that we did in in spite of them, but what about because we simply loved eachother? we both knew this waltz had no significance and it was just movements. It was meaningless and we might as well stay home.
Waltz
a dance
you could compare to life
the 1- 2,3
1-2,3
large small small
steps of moving forward in life
sometimes to backwards
or to the side
but all in all
its never as fun if its not with you
and that is nothing but true
when i was little my grandfather would put my feet on his dirty work shoes and glide me around the room in a waltz that was too perfect for a man of his years. as i got older he taught me the steps; spun me around more intricatly as my legs grew longer. i would look at the dresses my grandmother wore to their ballroom dance meetings and dream of wearing them.
the waltz is a ckassic dance that has sadly been less in use that it was before. now we only use this tipe of dance in special ocasions like graduations and proms, for formal use, but no one really dances this because they enjoy it anymore.
waltz with me. hold me lightly in your arms, not too close just close enough. don’t look me in the eyes or else the propinquity of you would be too overwhelming, just let me feel your breath brush across my cheek.
The waltz is an elegant dance. SHe new that just as well as anybody else with a brain. She sighed wondering why that was the chosen dance for the prom. She didn’t know how to do it, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to because if she did she would need to find a dress and a date. Neither of which would come with just the snap of her fingers.
A waltz is the most romantic dance a boy and a girl could ever dance and i love to dance it with you. Waltz is the language of dance. Forget words just live in the moment. When i waltz with you the room goes silent all i hear is the music and our footsteps. Ba dum Ba dum Ba dum. The sound of our love.
Oh to waltz, the romantic ways that we move about in this confinded hall. It reminds me a lot of waking life. The mundane consistancy, how do we all get through it? Repeating memorized steps.
They moved gracefully together, gliding over the floor like a boat in water. Others stepped out of their way to avoid a collision, for neither partner paid attention to the others on the floor. Their movements alone outshone the glitz and glamor of suits and dresses much fancier than their own work clothes.
waltzing around in this dream with the lights dimmed just thinking to myself how i’ve gotten here and what i have done.. i find myself to be forever oh so lucky.
“the waltz is extremely important for a young lady to learn”
“but i don’t want to dance with him,” she pouted and pointed at her nemesis.
he looked just as disgruntled and looked away, refusing to meet her eyes.
we waltz around eachother as if the floor is made of carmelized sugar. if it cracks because our foot steps are too heavy or haphazzaard we will fall through into chaos, on top of eachother, spinning. then we would look up and see the shaddarded world falling behind us too.
I once learnt how to Waltz.
Last year. Fantastic dance
Its also a wonderful time signature to write in
Althought I prefer 6/8 as opposed to the usual 3/4
Walzer im Dreivierteltakt. War doch so, oder? Ich müsste jetzt erstmal nachzählen und mache mich schon jetzt zum Affen. Sich zum Affen machen. Ist das schlimm? Oder eher gut? Darf ich das sagen? Oder ist das umweltschutzmäßig und tierfreundlicherweise nicht ok? Und wer redet da eigentlich gerade? Warum klingelt das Ding nicht?
The way he would carry his sword and the fighting style he had made it seem like a dance.
A deadly one at that it he made every lunge he took look effortless and meaningless.
The way he’d strike down his opponents would be fast and precise.
His blade was made black to cover all of the blood he would spill and to keep the blade looking clean.
He was a deadly predator but that didn’t keep her from falling in love with a monster like him.
To her he was just another person dancing their way through life.
I’m not a good dancer. I learned how to swing dance when my high school did Grease, but beyond that I’m clueless. A waltz would be so much fun to learn, but I’d be scared I’d fail at it.
waltzing is a dance that i don’t know how to do. it reminds me of my grandpa that i never met becaust it has walt in the beginning. waltzing would be a fun romantic dance. hmm. i’m at a loss. the end.
Life is an endless waltz. We are all involved in this endless song and dance to keep each other happy. I have a question though, what happens if I don’t dance?
sing me a waltz. sunrise. love. music. dance. let’s dance til the sunrise. dog days are over. :) miss planes, sweet cakes and milkshakes.
He did the waltz like he was born into it, thought the last time she set eyes on him he was full of grease up to his elbows.
Waltz is a type of dance that Indiana Jones uses to avoid obstacles and near death situations in Temple of Doom. Or maybe that was the Librarian, with Brendan Frasier.
last waltz frank sinatra rat pack dancing
ginger rogers fred astaire pretty song seventh grade learned how to do the waltz my boyfriend is really good at it
as they waltzed across the floor underneath the cool crisp evening sky they realized the cliche they were fulfilling, and then decided not to care. it was a gentle waltz, filled with the warmth love and caring only their kind of match can provide.
I love dancing. I learned the waltz when I was a kid. And by that I mean I learned how to step to the 1-2-3 beat. But I really want to learn other kinds of partner dancing. I want to learn contact improv! That seems like a skill that could be used in lots of different situations.
I’m the kid at the back of the room at a concert or dance party dancing up a storm by myself. I’m in the shadows rocking out for myself only. If i could partner dance, I could share that joy with another person.
To the music in my mind
My most terrible thoughts, seldom seen
Mingle with the best, seldom heard
And they do a waltz around the depths of my head
waltz is a form of dance sometimes i think my grandpa and grandma probably do this in the basement when no one is looking and that makes me happy. i would like to learn how to waltz, but i seriously have 2 left feet. i am a clutz and that is a fact. oh well. someday i will dance at my wedding and be happy.
She danced. Danced as best as she could. Her feet did not go where she wanted to and while it seemed to others she was flowing across the floor, she was not in control of her own body. Her feet went and her body swayed to and fro in his arms.
to dance. I wish I learned to dance. But I never had the time. So I just do what I want alone in my room when I listen to music. I think I dance well, but it could look like total crap to others who watch me. Compliments boost my confidence to dance in front of others.
i suck at dancing. particularly ballroom dancing…i’ve always wanted to takes classes. maybe you should do the same, so we can tango or waltz together. it’d be fun, i promise. you know, ballroom dancing like classy motherfuckers.
id like to waltz around the moon
under the earth
besides a partner who knows
how to waltz in real
time to music
non-spherical.
I’ve never learned the waltz, but I have learned to swing dance. My wife and I took lessons awhile back. Those kinds of experiences are what keep marriages fresh and fun, but the most important thing for any marriage is to be built upon the foundation of Christ.
He waited quietly. The television was distracting.
“Oh Mr.Sheffield, you wanna play that game? Hyahyahyaahahaa!”
He broke the door open. Her presence was distracting.
“What the?! Who do you think you are, waltzing in here without—”
She was on the floor. Now nothing was distracting.
old fashioned waltz, tea rooms and lavender dresses, charming old men, graceful as they swirl, more graceful than they ever were in youth, more charming than they ever were. the women less beautiful, less charming. life is never fair.
i’ll take the lead,
follow me,
trust my hand
please understand
though i might tremble at your touch
God, i’ve missed this so much
one two three,
one two three,
listening to chopin’s waltz what a coincidence. this guys a fucking genius, i wonder what his personal life was like. people forget about that stuff, the man himself overshadowed by his towering musical, political, etc. accomplishments. I hope i do something great enough for that to occur.
“Ba dum de dum dum,” my Grandfather hummed as he spun me around the lush gardens of his North Ireland mansion. “Grandpa, what is this dance called?” I asked, curious as to why I was perched so carefully on his feet. “This, my darling, is one of the oldest dances to date. This is called a waltz,” he said, smiling his Grandpa smile. He dipped me back and I laughed, carefree.
we were in red. both of us. and it was about 7 in the evening we were late and the party had already begun. this was odd because the celebration was for the two of us, our anniversary it was custom to dance a waltz, but neither of us had practiced nor did we have any interest in dancing together. what were we doing this for? our friends and family? this was designated for our five years of marriage, a marriage no one expected to last. and we were waltzing simply to show that we did in in spite of them, but what about because we simply loved eachother? we both knew this waltz had no significance and it was just movements. It was meaningless and we might as well stay home.
Waltz
a dance
you could compare to life
the 1- 2,3
1-2,3
large small small
steps of moving forward in life
sometimes to backwards
or to the side
but all in all
its never as fun if its not with you
and that is nothing but true
They waltzed around the room, trapped in their own little bubble of heaven while around them chaos reigned.
when i was little my grandfather would put my feet on his dirty work shoes and glide me around the room in a waltz that was too perfect for a man of his years. as i got older he taught me the steps; spun me around more intricatly as my legs grew longer. i would look at the dresses my grandmother wore to their ballroom dance meetings and dream of wearing them.
the waltz is a ckassic dance that has sadly been less in use that it was before. now we only use this tipe of dance in special ocasions like graduations and proms, for formal use, but no one really dances this because they enjoy it anymore.
waltz with me. hold me lightly in your arms, not too close just close enough. don’t look me in the eyes or else the propinquity of you would be too overwhelming, just let me feel your breath brush across my cheek.
The waltz is an elegant dance. SHe new that just as well as anybody else with a brain. She sighed wondering why that was the chosen dance for the prom. She didn’t know how to do it, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to because if she did she would need to find a dress and a date. Neither of which would come with just the snap of her fingers.
A waltz is the most romantic dance a boy and a girl could ever dance and i love to dance it with you. Waltz is the language of dance. Forget words just live in the moment. When i waltz with you the room goes silent all i hear is the music and our footsteps. Ba dum Ba dum Ba dum. The sound of our love.
Oh to waltz, the romantic ways that we move about in this confinded hall. It reminds me a lot of waking life. The mundane consistancy, how do we all get through it? Repeating memorized steps.
They moved gracefully together, gliding over the floor like a boat in water. Others stepped out of their way to avoid a collision, for neither partner paid attention to the others on the floor. Their movements alone outshone the glitz and glamor of suits and dresses much fancier than their own work clothes.
waltzing around in this dream with the lights dimmed just thinking to myself how i’ve gotten here and what i have done.. i find myself to be forever oh so lucky.
“the waltz is extremely important for a young lady to learn”
“but i don’t want to dance with him,” she pouted and pointed at her nemesis.
he looked just as disgruntled and looked away, refusing to meet her eyes.
I want to waltz with you. Or any kind of contact with you would be just lovely. It doesn’t have to be a waltz…just anything.
we waltz around eachother as if the floor is made of carmelized sugar. if it cracks because our foot steps are too heavy or haphazzaard we will fall through into chaos, on top of eachother, spinning. then we would look up and see the shaddarded world falling behind us too.
i wish i dance a waltz with you under the moon near the sea kissing you.
I once learnt how to Waltz.
Last year. Fantastic dance
Its also a wonderful time signature to write in
Althought I prefer 6/8 as opposed to the usual 3/4
hmm i have no idea what to write. i know its an old dance and i think i’ve seen it in an old movie or somewhere. but seriously i have nothing to say.
Walzer im Dreivierteltakt. War doch so, oder? Ich müsste jetzt erstmal nachzählen und mache mich schon jetzt zum Affen. Sich zum Affen machen. Ist das schlimm? Oder eher gut? Darf ich das sagen? Oder ist das umweltschutzmäßig und tierfreundlicherweise nicht ok? Und wer redet da eigentlich gerade? Warum klingelt das Ding nicht?