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Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright


Background information
Birth name Rufus McGarrigle Wainwright
Born July 22, 1973
Born place Rhinebeck, New York, United States
Origin Montreal, Canada
Genre(s) Baroque Pop
Operatic Pop
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
DreamWorks
Website Website



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Rufus Wainwright Album


Release The Stars (05/15/2007)
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Do I disappoint you, in just being human?
And not one of the elements, that you can light your cigar on
Why does it always have to be fire?
Why does it always have to be brimstone?
Desire
Cool this body down

Do I disappoint you, in just being lonely?
And not one of the elements that you can call your one and only
Why does it always have to be water?
Why does it always have to be holy wine?
Destruction
Of all mankind

And do I disappoint you?
Do I disappoint you in just being like you?

Tired of being the reason the road has a shoulder
And it could be argued, why they all return to the order
Why does it always have to be chaos?
Why does it always have to be wanderlust?
Sensational
I'm gonna smash your bloody skull.
'Cause, baby, no, you can't see inside
No, baby, no, you can't see my soul
Do I disappoint you?
Do I disappoint you?

. . .



I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead

Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you've done is good
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America

I really need to know
I may just never see you again, or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that's all I need

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town
That has already been burnt down

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Won't you walk me through the Tiergarten?
Won't you walk me through it all, darling?
Doesn't matter if it is raining
Won't you walk me through it all?

Even if the sun, it is blazing
Even if the snow, it is raging
All the elements, we must conquer
To get to the other side of town

I have suffered shipwreck against your dark brown eyes
I have run aground against your broken down smiles
Believe me when I tell you I have no place to roam
But to go where the wild flowers grow and the stone gardens bloom.

Won't you walk me through the Tiergarten?
Won't you walk me through it all, darling?
Doesn't matter if it is raining,
We'll get to the other side of town.

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Haven't fallen down in a while.
Sitting here walking the line.
Well that's ok I ain't no book.
'Cause nobody's off the hook.

See you looking so sad.
Trying to live your life in style.
Well that's ok you sain't no crook.
'Cause nobody's off the hook.

I remember you when.
Looking like a teenager how you have become a man with all the power
Running the moon aground.
Who would have ever thought.
Hanging with a homo and hairdresser you would become the one desired
in every woman's heart.
But you never will lose
Your heart with those little boy blues.
Haven't fallen down in a while.
Sitting here walking the line.
Well that's ok 'cause I have looked.
And nobody's off the hook.

'Cause life
Will take that little heart
And bring you to your knees.
Threatening to break it
For the final time and you'll believe it.
Yes you will believe it.
But look.
Nobody's off the hook.

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You can go out, dancing
And I'll write about you, dancing without you
And I'll shed a tear between my legs

When you were here, I missed you
Now that you're away, I'm out there without you
And I shed a tear between my legs

Though we live in the same city,
You live in another state far away from me and all of my unfaded charms
But when the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And we quietly will exit as it all is happening

Again, I'm afraid of one thing,
Will I walk away from love knowing nothing, wearing my heart between my legs?
But when I know you're naked, lying on the bed while I'm at the piano
All I can say is I can't fake it

When the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And we quietly will exit as it all is happening again
'Cause there's a river running underground, underneath the town towards the sea,
That only I know all about
On which from this city we can flee
On which from this city we can flee

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I will never be as cute as you.
According to the board of human relations.
I will never fly as high as you.
According to the board of public citations.

These are just the rules and regulations
Of the birds and the bees,
the earth and the trees.
Not to mention the Gods.
Not to mention the Gods.

All my life I've wanted to roam.
Even if it was just inside my own home.
Then one little day I chanced to look back.
Saw you sitting there, the innoccent culprit.

These are just the rules and regulations
Of the birds and the bees,
The earth and the trees.
Not to mention the Gods.
Not to mention the Gods.

These are just the rules and regulations.
Yeah these are just the rules and regulations.
And like everyone,
Yes I, like everyone,
Must follow them.

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I'm not ready to love.
I'm not ready for peace.
I'm giving up the dove to the beast.
I'm not ready to surrender
To another gloved murderer.

I'm not ready to love.
I'm not ready to fly.
I'm giving up belief in the sky.
So you can take my seat
In up above on high, say goodbye.

I'm not ready to love.
I'm not ready to lie.
I'm not ready to love
Until I'm ready to love you
The way you should be held.
You should be held.
But I'm not ready to.

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Do I love you because you treat me so indifferently?
Or is it the medication?
Or is it me?

Do I love you because you don't want me to rub your back?
Or is it the medication?
Or is it you?
Or is it true?

And I better be prominently featured in your next slideshow
Because I paid a lot of money to get you over here, you know?
And if I am not prominently featured in your next slideshow
I don't know what I'm gonna do

Do I love you, or is this feeling just a little pain?
A treasure chest is broken easily open
And usually I am such a happy prince
Behind the iron curtain, the city walls a solid prison

And I better be prominently featured in your next slideshow
'Cause I paid a lot of money to get you over here, you know?
And if I am not prominently featured in your next slideshow
I don't know what I'm gonna do!

Do I love you?
Do I love you?
Yes I do

Do I love you?
Yes I do

. . .


You taste of potato chips in the morning
Your face has the Marlon Brando club calling
And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa?
And that fat guy with the green shirt that we both signed together
Once he hears the song, won't live it down forever

Your suit was the whitest thing since you-know-who
I fear that that savior I mentioned may be you
And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa?
And that poor girl who waited in the rain for hours to meet me (not you, baby!)
Once she hears that song, won't live it down completely

And I owe it all to Tulsa, Oklahoma
This is just a reminder of the antique shop that I want to go back to and visit when it's open
In Tulsa, Oklahoma
Just in case you don't appreciate this song about you!

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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
Just you try to take care of yourself
'Cause I'm leaving
Yes I'm leaving for Paris

I pray you won't follow
Through the crooked streets behind me
I pray you won't follow
Like so many who I've roamed there
So I'm leaving for Paris
Don't you try to find out where I am
Just you try to take care of yourself
'Cause I'm leaving
Yes I'm leaving
'Cause I'm leaving
Yes I'm leaving for Paris
Goodbye

. . .



Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, 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 lookin' through the window from the garden
Waitin' for the call to my hotel room
I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight

Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
Surely not the one that loves me truly, only
He's probably down at the stables, there
Gently polishing my cabriolet, only
I don't care, I really want to go

So I'm opening the door wide to the ballroom
Callin' up some dude from my hotel room
I'm tired of writing elegies in general
I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight
Tonight, tonight...

The candles seem to all have been blown out
Cupid's wings have cobweb rings and no one's about
Could it be I came to the wrong place?
But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?

It's only when you're outside that you notice
Only from the window you can see them
Once the door is open, all will vanish
Ain't nobody at Sanssouci tonight
Tonight, tonight

. . .


Why do you keep all your stars in from your studio on Melrose Avenue?
You've lost all your assets ?? in life-long contracts to you
Didn't you know that old Hollywood is over?

Oh, can't you see all the good that celebrity can do for those in the dark?
Yes of course, I am speaking in metaphors for something more in your heart
Didn't you know that old Hollywood is over?

So why not just release the gates and let them all come out?
Remember that without them there would be no Paramount
No paramount need to hold on to what isn't yours
Release the stars

The more that you fight, then the more they will scrutinize and realize just your size
And believe me, you are no match for the public that has seen no ??
Didn't you know that old Hollywood is over?

Old Hollywood is over
So why not just release the gates and let them all come out?
Remember that without them there would be no Paramount
No paramount need to hold on to what isn't yours
Release the stars

Release the stars, release your love, release the stars
Release your love, 'cause Hollywood is over
Why do you keep all your stars in from your studio on Melrose Avenue?

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