A little something called The Blue Angel's Waltz. I wrote this last summer, but I started thinking about it again and added a verse. And it's not about the girl. It was never about the girl.
They won’t let you dance it
On just any old floor,
But the blue angel’s waltz
Has been danced once before.
It took those icy-blue eyes
To crack the ice-cold shell
Of an old cowboy’s heart
After years on the trail.
I saw those icy-blue eyes
Dance the blue angel’s waltz:
The dance of the angels
Whose pain is too much.
So if you’ve never seen it,
It’s ‘cause the blue angel’s waltz
Is only danced by a pair of
Ice-blue angel’s tear drops.
And these blue angels waltz
Down ivory cheeks so fair
And come to rest forever
On shoulders strong enough to bear.
For I made those icy-blue eyes
Dance the blue angel’s waltz,
The dance of the angels
Whose pain is too much.
Here's an old song they used to sing back in Midae. I can't remember the name. It's been a long time, and I'm a long way from home.
"Well I am looking, I am searching, I have found
Near the ground, my soul, myself, beneath this trail.
There's no other place I'd rather be.
Can't you see me out here walkin' in the rain and hail.
Purpose of life seems to me
Not to take yourself too seriously.
I wouldn't want to be an old man sittin' in an office
Building someplace far away, with worry on my face.
Well you can take my car, my stereo, my little money.
Leave me with nothin' but my trail.
Take my dress up clothes, my cheap cologne,
My college loans I don't mind, I don't mind.
Well if that taxman comes lookin' I'm at 10,000 feet
Cookin' up some oatmeal or some rice and beans.
I worship a Spirit who doesn't just look down
He looks up and through and all around,
Find Him in the rocks and trees. Cause there's no reason to pray
When you wake up every day to the sunrise over Cito Peak.
So find some ground, lace up your boots, start walkin'
And you will find reason, enough reason to believe.
Well you can drop your worries at the parking lot
Or way down in the city where the sun burns hot.
Although civilization is a nice place to visit,
I wouldn't want to live there.
Oh just one final paragraph of advice don't burn yourselves out.
Be as I am. It's not enough to fight for the land.
It's even more important to enjoy it while you can, while it's still here.
So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around.
Ramble out yonder explore the woods, encounter the grizz,
Climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers,
Breathe deep that yet sweet lucid air.
Sit quiet for awhile contemplate the precious stillness
That mystery and awesome space enjoy yourself.
Keep your brain in your head and your head attached to your body.
Body active and alive. And I promise you this much:
I promise you this one sweet victory, over our enemies,
Over those desk bound people with their hearts in a box
And their eyes hypnotized by calculators.
I promise you this one sweet victory...
YOU'LL OUTLIVE THE BASTARDS!"
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