11. jan, 2014
Rufus Wainwright, "Live from the artists den NY"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4af56q1C3U
Candles.
I tried to do all that I can
But the churches have run out of candles
I tried to give you all I own
But the bankers have run out of loaners
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
I tried to block the cabin door
But the churches have run out of candles
I tried to lend a helping hand
But the rooms have all run out of pamphlets
I tried to cook it up and turn
The kitchen has run out of canned goods
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
I tried a beggin' on the cabin floor
But the churches have run out of candles
Turn one day in the cathedral
I finally lit you a candle
And all along the vaulted halls
The virgins did smile from their mantles
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
But gets you where you need to go
But the churches have run out of candles
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
But gets you where you need to go
But the churches have run out of candles
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
But gets you where you need to go
But the churches have run out of candles
But the churches have run out of candles
I tried to give you all I own
But the bankers have run out of loaners
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
I tried to block the cabin door
But the churches have run out of candles
I tried to lend a helping hand
But the rooms have all run out of pamphlets
I tried to cook it up and turn
The kitchen has run out of canned goods
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
I tried a beggin' on the cabin floor
But the churches have run out of candles
Turn one day in the cathedral
I finally lit you a candle
And all along the vaulted halls
The virgins did smile from their mantles
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
But gets you where you need to go
But the churches have run out of candles
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
But gets you where you need to go
But the churches have run out of candles
It’s always just that little bit more
That doesn’t get you what you’re looking for
But gets you where you need to go
But the churches have run out of candles
RASHIDA.
I got the outfit for the party but you’ve taken away the invitation
And I’d like to thank you Rashida for doing this
And giving me a reason to write a song
I guess I’ll have to go a begging for that Vanity Fair connection
And I’d like to thank you Rashida
It’s been a while since I have gone a begging
So very, very long
I finally saw you at the party in a dress that was well, quite stunning
And I’d like to thank you Rashida
For giving me a reason to call Miss Portman
And to write this song
And I’d like to thank you Rashida for doing this
And giving me a reason to write a song
I guess I’ll have to go a begging for that Vanity Fair connection
And I’d like to thank you Rashida
It’s been a while since I have gone a begging
So very, very long
I finally saw you at the party in a dress that was well, quite stunning
And I’d like to thank you Rashida
For giving me a reason to call Miss Portman
And to write this song
Out of the game
I’m out of the game
I’ve been out for a long time now
I’m lookin’ for something
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
Can’t be found on the main drag no,
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
You’re only a child
With the mind of a senile man
You’re only a young thing,
’Bout to sleep with a sea of men
Just hangin’ around,
Wearin’ somethin’ from God knows where.
Just havin’ a ball
Makin’ all of the thin cards fall.
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Say, come over here,
Let me smell you for one last time
Before you go out there (out there)
And ruin all of the world, once mine.
I’m out of the game
I’ve been out for a long time now
I’m lookin’ for something
That can’t be found on the main drag, no
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know, what you’re doin’?
I’ve been out for a long time now
I’m lookin’ for something
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
Can’t be found on the main drag no,
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
You’re only a child
With the mind of a senile man
You’re only a young thing,
’Bout to sleep with a sea of men
Just hangin’ around,
Wearin’ somethin’ from God knows where.
Just havin’ a ball
Makin’ all of the thin cards fall.
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Say, come over here,
Let me smell you for one last time
Before you go out there (out there)
And ruin all of the world, once mine.
I’m out of the game
I’ve been out for a long time now
I’m lookin’ for something
That can’t be found on the main drag, no
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know what you’re doin’?
Look at you, look at you, look at you, look at you, suckers!
Does your mama know, what you’re doin’?
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