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Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright


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Настоящее имя Rufus McGarrigle Wainwright
Дата рождения 22 июля 1973 г.
Место рождения Rhinebeck, New York, United States
Откуда Montreal, Canada
Жанры Baroque Pop
Operatic Pop
Годы 1993—н.в.
Лейблы Geffen Records
DreamWorks
Сайт Website



Альбом Rufus Wainwright


All Days Are Nights: Songs For Lulu (23.03.2010)
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Saw you on the corner
Saw you in the park
Saw you on the platform
Of Grand Central Station

Saw you at the racetrack
Saw you on the lawn
Saw you in the Madison Square Garden
Screaming, "Who are you? Who are you?"

Saw in the rainbow
Saw you in the dark
Saw you on the landing
Of the Empire State Building
Who are you? Who are you, New York?

There are many answers
There are many points
Take him or then take her
And then find them together

Who are you? Who are you?
The city will tell you
But I must know, tell me do
Who are you, New York?

. . .


Sad with what I have
Never met a more unimpressed depressed lad
Blue boy doesn't have a thing on me

Sad with what I have
Never met a more repressed motionless cad
Bluebeard doesn't have a thing for me

Then I think of you
How could someone so bright love someone so blue?
Guess the world needs what I have
And what you do
Guess the world need both the sun
And the moon
Too

Sad with what I have
Except for you

. . .


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 how's he doing and
There's not much time for us to really be that angry at each other
Anymore

It's your brother calling, Martha
It's your brother calling, Martha
Please call me back

I know how it goes
You gotta ring your little finger
Hit the tree and see what falls
And make the sun come out on Sunday afternoon

All the while you heat the plates
And serve a little wine
And wear a hat and make 'em laugh
And forget that there is nobody in the room
Anymore

It's your brother calling, Martha
Its your brother calling, Martha
Please call me back

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Give me what I want
And give it to me now
Don't be such a holy cow
Everybody knows that
You can't make it happen

Give me what I want
And give it to me now
Don't be such a greedy sow
Everybody knows that
You have never been down

Especially after
Never having been there
I'm the one who has
And I will tell you this
With a biblical kiss
I will eat you, your folks, and your kids
For breakfast

I'm the one who has
And I will tell you this
That I would never wish
Death upon you, your cats, and your throw cushions
On Christmas

Especially after
Never having really
Done anything at all
You can't be the one
No you can't be the one
No you can't

Be the one
No you can't be the one
No you can't be

. . .


A heart of ice is easily melted
A heart of stone is easily thrown away

It's the true loves
That make me want to cry
It's the true loves
That make me want to say goodbye

A heart of ice is easily molded
A heart of stone is easily hidden away

It's the true loves
That make me want to cry
It's the true loves
That make me want to say goodbye

So take your true loves down to the river
And I will watch you here on the corner
And if you need me I'll always be here
A heart of stone never goes anywhere

A heart of stone never goes anywhere

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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
For all the day they view things unrespected
But when I sleep in dreams they look on thee
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed

Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light?
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so

How would I say mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day?
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay

All days are nights to see 'til I see thee
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me

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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 the object whereupon it gazeth
A man in hue all hues in his controlling
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth

And for a woman wert thou first created
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting
And by addition me of thee defeated
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing

But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure

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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
Who for thy self art so unprovident
Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many
But that thou none lov'st is most evident

For thou art so possessed with murderous hate
That against thy self thou stick'st not to conspire
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire

O, change thy thought that I may change my mind
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be as thy presence is gracious and kind
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove

Make thee another self for love of me
That beauty still may live in thine or thee

. . .


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
All for a dream
That in truth was never really mine

But who was the dream?
Was it you or was it me?
I truly loved which is harder to do
Than to dream of

Don't get me wrong
I wanted to go
I wanted to see
I wanted to know

No, don't get me wrong
I wanted to go
I wanted to see
I wanted to know

I wanted to dream
I just didn't know
How hard it would be
When the dream had to go

When the dream but
Who was the dream?
Was it you or was it me?
Who was the dream?

Was it you or was it me?
I truly loved which is harder to do
Yes, it's harder to do
Yes, it's harder, harder, harder to do
Than to dream of

The dream has come and gone

. . .


What would I ever do with a rose?
How would it ever get me high?
What would I ever do with a rose?
How would it ever get me by?
How would it ever get the guy?
What would I ever do with a rose?

Sitting here underneath the bridge
Making love at the break of dawn
Sitting here in the afternoon
Making love underneath the awning
I'll then tell you in the night
Tell you this with a kiss

Never does the dream come true
Without the night
Never does the dream come true
Without the nightmare

What would I ever do with a rose?
How would it ever get me high?
What would I ever do with a rose?
How would it ever get me by?
How would it ever get the guy?
What would I ever do?
What would I ever do with you?

Never does the dream come true
Without the nightmare

. . .


Les feux d'artifice t'appellent
Descends dans la rue
Les feux d'artifice t'appellent
Descends dans la rue
Les feux d'artifice t'appellent

Les couleurs dans le ciel
Eclatent sur la ville
Les feux du ciel
Qui fut
Descends dans la rue
Et l'amour n'est plus attendu
Toute la joie et l'allégresse
Dans tout Paris, on fait la fête
Je reste
Je reste
Je reste
Je reste
Je regarde
Regarde
Regarde
Regarde
Jeune homme, descendez avec vos maitresses
Jeune fille, profitez du temps qui reste

Je reste
Je reste
Je reste ici
Je regarde par ma grande fenêtre

Les feux d'artifice sont finis
Ça n'a pas dura longtemps
Les feux d'artifice sont finis
Ça n'a pas dura longtemps

. . .


Where you been, Zebulon?
What you doing in this song?
Skating on the ice of song
About to go under

My mother's in the hospital
My sister's at the opera
I'm in love but let's not talk about it
There's so much to tell you

I believe in freedom
Freedom's apparently all I need
But who's ever been free in this world?
Who has never had to bleed in this world?

All I need are your eyes
Your nose was always too big for your face
Still it made you look kinda sexy
More like someone who belongs in the human race

Where you been, Zebulon?
Let's meet up, why not tonight?
In the lane behind the schoolyard
And we'll have some tea and ice cream

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