Rufus Wainwright

You who were born with the sun above your shoulders You turn me on, you turn me on You have to know You who were born where the sun she keeps her distance You turn me on, you turn me on But so does she You who were born there where beauty is existenc

Woke up this morning at 11:11 Wasn't in Portand and I wasn't in heaven Could have been either by the way I was feeling But I was alive, I was alive I was alive Woke up this morning at 11:11 John was half-naked and Lulu was crying Over a baby that wil

I don't know what it is but you got to do it I don't know where to go But you got to be there I don't know where to fall But I know that it is comfortable where I don't know where it is Putting all of my time In learning to care And a bucket of rhyme

Men reading fashion magazines Oh what a world It seems we live in Straight man Oh what a world We live in Why am I always on a plane or a fast train Oh what a world my parents gave me Always Travelin' but not in love Still I think I'm doin' fine Woul

The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry I'm Trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you

When I am older than these small goddamned hills And there＇s no reason for my mind to be still Oh, how I＇ll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again Such a beautiful child Such a beautiful child again When I have finally found my room

Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while 'Til your hair becomes a powdered wig And I become a total bastard Feet that hardly reach the pedal Se

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? The boys that made me lose the blues and then my eyesight. All together, playing games of cards. Gambling the tiny shards of brass once my heart. Who will be at Sanssouci tonight. I'm looking through the window from

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The dream has come and gone
The earth lumbers on
The dream is back in space
Back where it came from

The dream has gone away
The earth could not play
The earth just spins in place
Throwing things away

And I am left behind
Corrupted crushed and blind

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding t

I'm out of the game I've been out for a long time now I'm looking for something That can't be found on the main drag no I'm out of the game I've been out for a long time now I'm looking for something That can't be found on the main drag no Look at yo

If you're blue and you don't know where to go to Why don't you go where fashion sits Puttin' on the Ritz Different gowns upon a bevy of high brows from down the levy All misfits Puttin' on the Ritz That's where each and every lulu-belle goes Every Su

The road is long with many a winding turn That leads us to who knows Who knows where, who know where But I'm strong, strong enough to carry him He ain't heavy, he's my brother So on we go, his welfare is of my concern No burden is he to bear, we'll g

I'm leaving for Paris. No I don't think that I'll see you. I'm leaving for Paris. No I don't think that I need to. So I'm leaving for Paris. Won't you try to take care of yourself. I pray you won't follow Through the crooked streets behind me. I pray

You've got my lost brother's soul My dear mother's eyes A brown horse's mane And my uncle's name You walked me down 14th Street For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave In the home of the brave and of the weak But why'd you have to break al

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The drummers and jugglers in Montreal Don't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals You may ask why I want to torch my home town Partly it's bitterness and hopping 'round and

Let's meet in a respectable dive On the somewhat safe street And have a beer We've both kept our eyes on the ball We know the lyrics to them all These songs of fear And baby I love you And I do not want to lose you But I'm not able to put my cards on

Martha, it's your brother calling
Time to go up north and see mother
Things are harder for her now
And neither of us is really that much older than each other
Anymore

Martha, it's your brother calling
Have you had a chance to see father?
Wondering h