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The Desk.

A Dignified Countenance, and a little bit of Soul.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

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.

|And the Lord spake unto the masses@ 11:06 PM|

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