Beauty Mark Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

I never had it
I never wanted it
I never had your beauty mark
Nor did i have your black hair
And hazel eyes
My early childhood was not as simple
As yours set in the country
No i did not have a fear of nuns who dressed in black
But i do have your taste
I had no radio show
Nor did i have home-made clothes
Home-made curtains of the same material

I never had it
I never wanted it
I never had your beauty mark

But i do have your taste
And i do have your round face and long hands
I think Callas sang a lovely "norma"
You prefer Robson in "deep river"
I may not be so manly
But still i know you love me
Even if i don't have your beauty mark

Chicago Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

I got the surprise, the surprise of my life
I had to stop and stare
I saw a man dancing with his own wife
And you will never guess where

Chicago, Chicago
The toddlin' town, the toddlin' town
Chicago, Chicago
I'll see you around, I love it
Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down

On State Street, that great street
I wish I could stay, I wish I could stay
They do things they don't do on Broadway, say
I had the time, the time of my life
I saw a man who danced with his wife
In Chicago, Chicago

Chicago, Chicago
Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town
Chicago, Chicago
Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field
Come and walk with me along the lake
To the great holler and hoot, all through the loop
Shout how now to Mrs. O'Leary's cow
No she-she, life is peachy

Chicago, we'll meet at the Pump Room, Ambassador East
To say the least, on shish kebab
And best of squad we will see, and yet please
Don't tell me sin is rampant and rife
Think of that man who danced with his wife

In Chicago, Chicago
I'm in this city, what a wonderful windy town

Shadows Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

Who will keep
Keep me in this evening
Even though
They are not here with me

I could be a great star
Still I'm far from happy

Finally
Feel the world around me
Fighting through
Fighting through the whiskey

I could be a great star
Still I'm far from happy

Out of these shadows
Comes the light
Shadows comes the light

You will keep
Keep me in this evening
Even though
You are not here with me

I could be a great star
Still I'm far from happy
I could be a great star
I could be a great star
I could be a great star
I could be a great star

Out of these shadows
Comes the light
Out of these shadows
Comes the light
Shadows comes the light

Pretty Things Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things
Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies
From where you are, to where I am now
I need these pretty things, around the planets of our phase
Everything's a sign of my astrology
From where you are, to where I am now
Is its own galaxy
Be a star and fall down somewhere next to me
And make it past your color TV
This time will pass and with it will me
And all these pretty things
Don't say you don't notice them

The Consort Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

Prepare your things
Dissolve your mind
'Cause I'm your consort beautiful queen
of seventeen

a blood red moon has spared our bed
But not your rivals
beautiful queen
prepare to reign
no more to hide with I your faithful consort
by your side

Let streamers fly
and cannons roar
on your arrival beautiful queen
tomorrow night
prepare to walk
on anyone her highness ever wants

Entrust in me
you're not alone
together we'll wreak havoc on the throne

Entrust in me
you're not alone
even though my throne's slightly smaller than yours
beautiful queen
together we'll wreak havoc you and me
together we'll wreak havoc you and me
together we'll wreak havoc you

Prepare your things
Dissolve your mind
'cause I'm your consort beautiful queen
of seventeen

Damned Ladies Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

Desdemona, do not go to sleep
Brown-eyed tosca, don't believe the creep
I see it in his eyes

And why don't you ladies believe me when i'm screaming
I always believe you

Violetta, keep your man locked up
Or like cio-cio
You will end up burned by love or sickness

And why don't you ladies believe me when i'm screaming
I always believe you

There is a knock at the door
Tell me it's not mimi again
Or is it Gilda's waiting passion to be stabbed and killed again

Katya kabanova, why did you marry him?
You knew his mother was a bitch
And would keep hold of him
Oh pamina got away from mama
Before the age of rambo opera

Damned ladies of orpheus
Your arias cause a stir in my sad and lonely heart

Just You, Just Me Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

Just you, just me
Let's find a cozy spot to cuddle and coo
Just us, just we
I've missed an awful lot, my trouble is you

Oh gee!
What are your charms for?
What are my arms for?
You use your imagination

Just you, just me
I'll tie a lover's knot 'round wonderful you

Just you and just me
Just us and just we

Oh gee!
What are your charms for?
What are my arms for?
You use your imagination

Just you, just me
I'll tie a lover's knot
I'll tie a lover's knot 'round wonderful you

Natasha Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

You walk alone in the valley of life
In the shadow of love under the trees of happiness

You walk alone like a baby unborn
Like a father unknown
Like a pocket penniless

I'm happy that you really care
But do you really know
How scary
This is for you and is for me?
Oh do you you really know?
Do you really know? oh..

Natasha
All I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha
Oh Natasha

For you I sit alone on the cozy ground floor
On a bench by the garden
Waiting also
Waiting for love and thinking of all of the
Catty remarks I also swallow

And as I've often asked before
Does anybody know
How scary
This is for you and is for me?
Does anybody know?
Anybody know? oh...

Natasha
All I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha
Oh Natasha
All I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha

Rebel Prince Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

Where is my master the rebel prince
Who will shut all of these windows
It's these windows all around me
It's these windows who are telling me
To rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness

Where is my master the rebel prince
Bet breaking everything trying to get to me
In this two-bit hotel
Just to me before this windowsill

Does rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness
Oh I can see him now
Though it's so far away
Amongst the roving crowd
Going the other way

Confounded anger burning with love for me

Oן est mon ma₪tre le prince rebelle
Qui va fermer toutes ces fen†tres
Ce sont ces fen†tres autour de moi
Ce sont ces fen†tres qui m'appellent,
Qui m'appellent

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I'm leaving the Roosevelt hotel
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
I'm leaving the room we knew so well

Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold
Marigold, Marigold, Marigold

Peach Trees Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

Is true love a trip to Chinatown
Or being held in one's opium gaze
Under the peach trees
There I'll sit and wait

Is true love a long walk through Bryant park
Or being held in the month of May
under the peach trees
There I will be, will be until you come and get me

Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants
reading the critics and comics alone
With a waiter with a face made for currency
Like a coin in ancient Rome

And I really do wish you were here next to me
cause I'm going to see James Dean
There I will be
Under the peach trees with him

San Francisco Lyrics By Rufus Wainwright

I never will forget Jeanette MacDonald:
Just to think of her, it gives my heart a pang
I never will forget how that brave Jeanette
Just stood there in the ruins and sang, and sang:

San Francisco, open your golden gate
You'll let nobody wait outside your door
San Francisco, here comes your wandering one
Saying, "I'll wander no more"

Other places only make me love you best
Say that you're the one in all the Golden West
San Francisco, here comes your wandering one
Never to roam again, never to roam again

San Francisco
Right when I arrive, I really come alive
And you will laugh to see me perpendicular, hanging on a cable car

San Francisco
Let me beat my feet up and down Market Street
I'm gonna climb Nob Hill, just to watch it get dark from the top of the mark

There's Brooklyn Bridge, London Bridge and the Bridge of San Luis Rey
But the only bridge that's a real 'gone bridge, is the bridge across the bay

San Francisco, I'm coming home again
Never to roam again, by god
San Francisco, I don't mean Frisco
San Francisco, here I come!