Please, I implore you... If you find a better embed PLEASE let me know by a profile message or comment here, so I can switch it out.

A beautiful violin introduction for this song by a group I've seldom heard of (although I knew of them as early as ~ '04-'05. Great mix to their music, but this song in particular is hauntingly good. It's based off of a strange and haunting poem of the same name 'Danse Russe' by William Carlos Williams (1917). Do yourself a great favor and listen to a clean version (unfortunately without the awesome and breathtaking violin intro.).

Also, read the poem before hand. Not sure why this group didn't make a harder hit into the mainstream, more than enough talent -- just from the lead singer/violinist.

Also, when a violinist is playing is should be taught standard fare to STFU. Mostly because, it gets very hard to find "clean" live pieces and arrangements which on occasion transcend the original -- another example is: A Perfect Circle - Diary of a Madman (I heard this live and I'm still annoyed that I have no access to a true rendition of what I heard that night; just a shadow with yells and screams; the same goes for the ONE decent recording, but it doesn't convey enough, correctly)...

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Danse Russe ~ Lyrics (Danse Russe is French with the literal translation of: Russian Dance - go figure... If someone has a better idea of what it means send me a private message and I'll change this definition.)


Hold onto me please
Don't you let go of me
Come on over
Roll on over
I just need to feel you breathe

Hold onto me please
Don't you let go of me
Think on over
Roll on over
I just need to feel you breathe....

Into my head is out of my mind
Then I become a day behind
And I can't help but wonder why that some days are the very worst case
When I cannot believe that I'm living this way
Kismet tell me its okay and I'll guess it's just a twist of the fate

There's a tiny dancer in my bed
And she never has too much to say
She reminds me of the Danse' Russe
When my emotions are wounded
Her motions and movements chase the ghosts from me

Hold on to me please
Don't you let go of me
Come on over
Roll on over
I just need to feel you breathe

Hold on to me please
Don't you let go of me
Come on over
Think it over
I just need to feel you...

Quietly while you sleep
Whispering the sweetest things
Close those eyes and start the dream
'Cause all of this is what you mean to me

Come over and I'll show you
Shamrocks are an eight-leaf clover
Won't you reach up and touch my shoulder
And sing to me heavenly
Yes, sing for the life of me

About a tiny dancer in my bed
When she never has too much to say
She reminds me of the Danse' Russe
When my emotions are wounded
Her motions and movements chase the ghosts from me

'Cause there's a tiny dancer in my bed
And she never has too much to say
She reminds me of the Danse' Russe
When my emotions are wounded
Her motions and movements ...

Won't you chase my ghost from me...

So much emotion, so much in motion
Chase this ghost for me.


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Danse Russe ~ Poem by William Carlos Williams (1917 - American poet, "...usually associated with modernism and Imagism...", according to Wikipedia; he also was a pediatrician and general practitioner of medicine.)


If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,--
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
again the yellow drawn shades,--

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?


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Feel free to discuss the meaning of the song, poem, and which channels it should be in (as I couldn't completely decide what fit (such as art, I thought maybe even obscure...)