Альбом Rufus Wainwright

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?

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

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

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.

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 won't follow
Like so many who've known me

So I'm leaving for Paris
Don't you try to find out where I am
Just you try to take care yourself

And when I get there
I'll lose the ring you gave me
And when I get there
How happy I will then be

So I'm leaving for Paris
Won't you try to take care of yourself?
Just you try to take care yourself

'Cause I'm leaving, yes, I'm leaving
'Cause I'm leaving, yes, I'm leaving
For Paris, goodbye

I believe in doing what I can
Crying when I must, and laughing when I choose
Hey ho, if love were all
I would be lonely

I believe the more you love a man
The more you put your trust, the more you're bound to lose
Although, when shadows fall,
I think if only somebody splendid really needed me
Someone affectionate and dear
Cares would be ended if I knew that he wanted to have me near

But I believe that since my life began
The most I've had is just a talent to amuse
Hey ho, if love were all

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.

I'm not ready to love
I'm not ready for peace
I'm givin' up the dove to the beast
I'm not ready to surrender
To another glove murderer

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

I'm not ready to love
I'm not ready to love
Not ready to love, not ready to love
Not ready to love, not ready to love
Not ready to love

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

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 lotta 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 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, yeah
The city walls, a solid prison

And I better be prominently
Featured in your next slideshow
'Cause I paid a lotta 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
Do I love you? Yes, I do
Do I love you? Yes, I do

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He will then be reborn
From 1970's porn
Wearing tubesocks with style
And such an innocent smile

Better pray for your sins
Better pray for your sins
'Cuz the gay messiah's coming

He will fall from the stars
Studio 54
And appear on the sand
Of Fire Island's shore

Better pray for your sins
Better pray for your sins
'Cuz the gay messiah's coming

No it will not be me
Rufus the baptist I be
No I won't be the one
Baptized in cum

What will happen instead
Someone will demand my head
And then I will kneel down
And give it to them looking down

Better pray for your sins
Better pray for your sins
'Cuz the gay messiah's coming