I knew I needed something uplifting to listen to. I browsed all my CDs and records and tapes. I scrolled through my iPod. I finally settled on a cheery waltz that I’d always loved. It was unusual because it only held good memories. Now would be a good time to bring them up. I hit play.
I tried. I really did. But as the cello struck the downbeat, the viola and second violin played the countermelodies, and the violin sang a sweet melody I broke down.
i love to waltz, she loved to waltz.
i waltzed with her one day
i never saw her again.
she never saw her again.
i never saw me again.
what is this?
i want to waltz
again, and
again
to waltz
to waltz
one two,
three four
one two
one two
ouch,
my foot
Minnesota has a Viennese Waltz every year- I can’t find anymore info about it which is a bummer, but Max has never been to a dance so I figured I’d ask him. Give him our own little prom or something… I might have to teach him how to dance first though :]
dance. twenties. dress up. when people used to actually go out dancing. jive. i envy those days. back in the day. i fucking miss you.. yep. outta ideas.
i danced beneath the morning gray, in shadows where tears of my father, my sister, my dear lost one lay. i cannot concur to what you show me, i just cannot believe. i will sing, and stay. till your truth is told, and i break no more.
Watlz at a dance in a disney movie. At a wedding with your father. Cinderella waltzes with her prince at the ball before she loses her glass slipper. Fancy footwork, twirling through the air.
dance like in the sixties; romance; i wish i could waltz with someone, anyone really. preferably brian. ive always wanted to dance like in the twenties not sixties. fuck. why cant i dance? i want talent. fml. the end.
I dance for you and with you, and together we will move as one. I dream of you when my eyes are closed as I do when they are open. If I could spend every moment of every day with you, I would. If I could kiss you and hold you in my dreams, It would make it easier to part.
The music beings to play,
listen to the delicate notes,
the subtle rests.
Your arms around the person you love,
and you’re flying.
Gliding across the floor,
arm in arm.
Its beautiful,
then the music stops.
Yet you continue to dance,
the music still ringing in your ears,
All the while,
looking into the eyes of your dance partner.
Dancing under the beautiful, twinkling stars afire with the beauty of the night. The music was soft and instrumental coming from a violinist and quartet.
well, what sort of music and dancing did you think would accompany this sunset? on the most exquisite of evenings, a fine lady such as yourself deserves only the best, and we are delighted to provide that for you.
If I had one last request before I die, it would be to be held colse by you. as the music plasy our song and I can reast my head upon your shoulder and waltz with you one last time.
You waltzed in and out of my life so gracefully and fluidly that I almost thought that I had dreamed it. It had happened though. Especially the part where you left. The loneliness that surrounds me when I sit in my house, so silent and so still, is astounding. It is enough to bring me to my knees most days but I know, in the back of my head, that life will pick up and move on again. I have to get over you, however long that may take. Maybe I won’t really ever get over you, just enough to convince my soul that you are gone for good and I am good with you gone.
a perfect dance for couples. though i remember as i child spinning across the floor of my grandmothers living room while standing on my father’s toes. one of my most cherished memories.
A dance that I have no idea on how to do it. It sucks that I love music but don’t know more about this subject. I dont even know if it is still popular today or when it started. Lets google it shall we.
it’s a dance right? i think i can do it. maybe not though i’d prolly step on my partner i’m kinda clumsy. anyways it sounds too fancy to be me. i’m more the .. yea i don’t dance.
When little girls are young their daddy’s take them by the hands and they dance, their toes pressing against their daddy’s feet, twice the size, comforting and protecting. Never let a moment like that pass without realizing it.
dancing
true movement
brushing strokes across the floor
gowns
red, navy, pink, mauve
perfect faces
perfect movements
perfect lives
in time with the music
in your heart
breath
The waltz. He had never been good at it, and for the record, neither had she, but they went at it anyway. Setting up the radio on a park bench, they would hold each other close as they “waltzed” through the grass, spending far more time stepping on one another’s feet than actually getting any dancing done.
i always thought that the waltz was a very elegant dance. i would sometimes watch it on t.v and admire the people that knew how to do it. the women would wear elegant dresses while the men wore suits and it was so beautiful.
you walk toward me as if you know, you’ve always known how i’ll move with you. you’re right, you know. i’ll move the way you move, keep up with your strides.
Dancing and prancing in unison with flowing gown and black tux. Wondering when this thing will be over and we can get into something more freeing and rock around the clock then simply relax.
Her mask was a crisp autumn yellow. She wanted to leave. Badly. She hated her life and escape was the only way to change it. She knew what to do. Wait. Wait for dinner and then, after the last waltz of the evening, run. Run and don’t look back.
Something I’d always love to do at my wedding. Although Matt won’t take lessons to learn. I think it’d be so beautiful to be waltzing at our wedding with everything marvelling at how wonderful and graceful we look. Perhaps it’s a dream that might be able to come true some day.
the waltz in the fun house was fun dancing is a beautiful thing and comes from the feet and goes to the heart. babies bloom after dancing only if your i love and sometimes when you are really really drunk what! what!
She held on for as long as she could, her entire body writhing in pain; she had gone numb. They waltzed around her to the tune of the breeze with unending grace ever slash, every smash, every kick, and every punch was a testament that there is no such thing as right and wrong only consequences following decisions. Decisions are what it all comes down to, destiny is simply a by product.
apple. apples are good and nice and juicy. i love apples. apples are red and yellow and green. people have been eating apples for millenia. there are also storys bout apples, like snowwhite and greek myths too.
2, 3. 2, 3. The presence carried her across the stage. It must have been the music, because she didn’t think it could be something as cheesy as her father, or Luther Vandross for that matter. But it pulled her arms up to its shoulders and carried her in and out of her fantasy. By curtsy and crescendo, the presence was gone. She was left with the sweat in her whisping hair, and the reverberation of the sound in her chest.
I knew I needed something uplifting to listen to. I browsed all my CDs and records and tapes. I scrolled through my iPod. I finally settled on a cheery waltz that I’d always loved. It was unusual because it only held good memories. Now would be a good time to bring them up. I hit play.
I tried. I really did. But as the cello struck the downbeat, the viola and second violin played the countermelodies, and the violin sang a sweet melody I broke down.
i love to waltz, she loved to waltz.
i waltzed with her one day
i never saw her again.
she never saw her again.
i never saw me again.
what is this?
i want to waltz
again, and
again
to waltz
to waltz
one two,
three four
one two
one two
ouch,
my foot
Minnesota has a Viennese Waltz every year- I can’t find anymore info about it which is a bummer, but Max has never been to a dance so I figured I’d ask him. Give him our own little prom or something… I might have to teach him how to dance first though :]
seriously one of my favourite words.
extremely mysterious, and provocative.
i wish i could waltz.
teach me?
dance. twenties. dress up. when people used to actually go out dancing. jive. i envy those days. back in the day. i fucking miss you.. yep. outta ideas.
i danced beneath the morning gray, in shadows where tears of my father, my sister, my dear lost one lay. i cannot concur to what you show me, i just cannot believe. i will sing, and stay. till your truth is told, and i break no more.
Watlz at a dance in a disney movie. At a wedding with your father. Cinderella waltzes with her prince at the ball before she loses her glass slipper. Fancy footwork, twirling through the air.
dance like in the sixties; romance; i wish i could waltz with someone, anyone really. preferably brian. ive always wanted to dance like in the twenties not sixties. fuck. why cant i dance? i want talent. fml. the end.
a Waltz is like sex in a way. both seem to be couples dances. and sometimes involve mulitple partners.
I think of the Tennessee Waltz, mostly, and how sad a song it is. Love the sadness, though.
I dance for you and with you, and together we will move as one. I dream of you when my eyes are closed as I do when they are open. If I could spend every moment of every day with you, I would. If I could kiss you and hold you in my dreams, It would make it easier to part.
Friday was different. Different than most Fridays anyway. The day before what could possibly be the biggest day of her young, short life?
Junior Prom. Obviously.
What would he say, what would she say?
.. “Might I have this dance?”
What makes you think you can waltz back in to my life after what you’ve done? Well here’s a surprise for you. You can’t.
The music beings to play,
listen to the delicate notes,
the subtle rests.
Your arms around the person you love,
and you’re flying.
Gliding across the floor,
arm in arm.
Its beautiful,
then the music stops.
Yet you continue to dance,
the music still ringing in your ears,
All the while,
looking into the eyes of your dance partner.
Dancing under the beautiful, twinkling stars afire with the beauty of the night. The music was soft and instrumental coming from a violinist and quartet.
Floating along the light floor of the old Karanteen Plantation Colonial Red fell down dead, in a waltz. Joesphine, Josephine”
well, what sort of music and dancing did you think would accompany this sunset? on the most exquisite of evenings, a fine lady such as yourself deserves only the best, and we are delighted to provide that for you.
If I had one last request before I die, it would be to be held colse by you. as the music plasy our song and I can reast my head upon your shoulder and waltz with you one last time.
You waltzed in and out of my life so gracefully and fluidly that I almost thought that I had dreamed it. It had happened though. Especially the part where you left. The loneliness that surrounds me when I sit in my house, so silent and so still, is astounding. It is enough to bring me to my knees most days but I know, in the back of my head, that life will pick up and move on again. I have to get over you, however long that may take. Maybe I won’t really ever get over you, just enough to convince my soul that you are gone for good and I am good with you gone.
a perfect dance for couples. though i remember as i child spinning across the floor of my grandmothers living room while standing on my father’s toes. one of my most cherished memories.
A dance that I have no idea on how to do it. It sucks that I love music but don’t know more about this subject. I dont even know if it is still popular today or when it started. Lets google it shall we.
it’s a dance right? i think i can do it. maybe not though i’d prolly step on my partner i’m kinda clumsy. anyways it sounds too fancy to be me. i’m more the .. yea i don’t dance.
When little girls are young their daddy’s take them by the hands and they dance, their toes pressing against their daddy’s feet, twice the size, comforting and protecting. Never let a moment like that pass without realizing it.
dancing
true movement
brushing strokes across the floor
gowns
red, navy, pink, mauve
perfect faces
perfect movements
perfect lives
in time with the music
in your heart
breath
The waltz. He had never been good at it, and for the record, neither had she, but they went at it anyway. Setting up the radio on a park bench, they would hold each other close as they “waltzed” through the grass, spending far more time stepping on one another’s feet than actually getting any dancing done.
But it sure was fun.
i always thought that the waltz was a very elegant dance. i would sometimes watch it on t.v and admire the people that knew how to do it. the women would wear elegant dresses while the men wore suits and it was so beautiful.
you walk toward me as if you know, you’ve always known how i’ll move with you. you’re right, you know. i’ll move the way you move, keep up with your strides.
Dancing and prancing in unison with flowing gown and black tux. Wondering when this thing will be over and we can get into something more freeing and rock around the clock then simply relax.
Her mask was a crisp autumn yellow. She wanted to leave. Badly. She hated her life and escape was the only way to change it. She knew what to do. Wait. Wait for dinner and then, after the last waltz of the evening, run. Run and don’t look back.
Something I’d always love to do at my wedding. Although Matt won’t take lessons to learn. I think it’d be so beautiful to be waltzing at our wedding with everything marvelling at how wonderful and graceful we look. Perhaps it’s a dream that might be able to come true some day.
the waltz in the fun house was fun dancing is a beautiful thing and comes from the feet and goes to the heart. babies bloom after dancing only if your i love and sometimes when you are really really drunk what! what!
Mr’s Simpson sipping tea
dark panelled wood, drapes and foggy windows
Sergeant Someone, red coat.
When I met him, the first thing I thought about was dancing the waltz with him at our wedding. And then I saw his wedding band.
when the music starts, our bodies know each other’s bodies and move. you raise our held hands to my face and remember.
you and me alone, your cheek on my shoulder and we are dancing, slow. we feel eyes on us and keep moving together.
The King and I is how I learned to watlz. One, two, three, and. Watzing always seemed so romantic on screen.
Waltz. It’s so graceful. As humans we dance amongst our friends and family, trying to find out who is our best partner
She held on for as long as she could, her entire body writhing in pain; she had gone numb. They waltzed around her to the tune of the breeze with unending grace ever slash, every smash, every kick, and every punch was a testament that there is no such thing as right and wrong only consequences following decisions. Decisions are what it all comes down to, destiny is simply a by product.
apple. apples are good and nice and juicy. i love apples. apples are red and yellow and green. people have been eating apples for millenia. there are also storys bout apples, like snowwhite and greek myths too.
2, 3. 2, 3. The presence carried her across the stage. It must have been the music, because she didn’t think it could be something as cheesy as her father, or Luther Vandross for that matter. But it pulled her arms up to its shoulders and carried her in and out of her fantasy. By curtsy and crescendo, the presence was gone. She was left with the sweat in her whisping hair, and the reverberation of the sound in her chest.