I was going round from the town to the country
Then going back round
From the country back to the town
I was making rounds from the back to my forehead
Then going back round
From the front to the back of my crown
There's always trouble in paradise
Don't matter if your drinks are neat or on ice
There's always trouble in paradise
Don't matter if you're good or bad or mean or awfully nice
You see me here in my dress all in order
You see me there, my hair
A solid steel bob
But all you see is in fact just the armor
Don't see me laughing with joy
And the occasional sob
There's always trouble in paradise
Don't matter if your drinks are neat or on ice
There's always trouble in paradise
Don't matter if you're good or bad or mean or awfully nice
And when I'm gone you're gonna miss me so!
But not for long because I taught you what's de trops
But there's always trouble in paradise
And I bet I'll be there because you know in fact I'm actually rather nice
Rufus Wainwright - Unfollow The Rules Album Lyrics
Rufus Wainwright - Unfollow The Rules Lyrics
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Damsel in Distress
Will you forever be a damsel in distress?
Will you forever be a harbinger of loneliness?
Yes, I remember smiles
Yes, I remember wiles
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon within the Chelsea sky
Will you forever be wandering the wall
Looking for what you see?
Your father's face in a waterfall
Yes, I remember smiles
Yes, I remember wiles
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon within the Chelsea sky
So much
You got exactly that
You got exactly what you wanted
But what the hell is that?
Who do you think I am?
A traveler on the wind?
I am a prince of man who was raised to soon be king
All I can do is fight
All I can do is wright
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon there I learned to survive
So much
You got exactly that
You got exactly what you wanted
But what the hell is that?
I hope you find your way for the sake of what we've lost
And that there comes a day
When you realize the precious cost
Yes, I remember smiles
Yes, I remember wiles
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon, you in your disguise
So much
You got exactly that
You got exactly what you wanted
What the hell is that?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be a harbinger of loneliness?
Yes, I remember smiles
Yes, I remember wiles
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon within the Chelsea sky
Will you forever be wandering the wall
Looking for what you see?
Your father's face in a waterfall
Yes, I remember smiles
Yes, I remember wiles
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon within the Chelsea sky
So much
You got exactly that
You got exactly what you wanted
But what the hell is that?
Who do you think I am?
A traveler on the wind?
I am a prince of man who was raised to soon be king
All I can do is fight
All I can do is wright
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon there I learned to survive
So much
You got exactly that
You got exactly what you wanted
But what the hell is that?
I hope you find your way for the sake of what we've lost
And that there comes a day
When you realize the precious cost
Yes, I remember smiles
Yes, I remember wiles
Behind the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon, you in your disguise
So much
You got exactly that
You got exactly what you wanted
What the hell is that?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Will you forever be
A damsel in distress?
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Unfollow the Rules
Sometimes I feel like my heart turns to dust
Unfollow the rules
Unswallow the trust
Sometimes I feel like my brain turns to leaves
Unfollow the rules
Uncover the thieves of the game
Sometimes I reel in a fish far too small
Back into the sea, hook, sinker and all
And beyond ruins from before the fall
Stop looking and see
And just head the call of the plebes
Just like Hercules in Thebes was just
By just being a man
But I'm no Hercules
And this is Herculean
Tomorrow l will just be feeling the pain
Don't give me what I want
Just give me what I'm needing
Unfollow the rules
Unfollow the path to the seeding
I'll never know
But perhaps I'll have a feeling
Unfollow the rules
Unfollow the wrath to the stealing
But I'm no Hercules
And this is Herculean
Tomorrow I will just be feeling the pain
I'm no Hercules
And this is Herculean
Tomorrow I will just be feeling the pain
Don't give me what I want
Just give me what I'm needing
I will never know
But perhaps I'll have a feeling
Don't give me what I want
Just give me what I'm needing
I will never know
But perhaps I'll have a feeling
Unfollow the rules
Unswallow the trust
Sometimes I feel like my brain turns to leaves
Unfollow the rules
Uncover the thieves of the game
Sometimes I reel in a fish far too small
Back into the sea, hook, sinker and all
And beyond ruins from before the fall
Stop looking and see
And just head the call of the plebes
Just like Hercules in Thebes was just
By just being a man
But I'm no Hercules
And this is Herculean
Tomorrow l will just be feeling the pain
Don't give me what I want
Just give me what I'm needing
Unfollow the rules
Unfollow the path to the seeding
I'll never know
But perhaps I'll have a feeling
Unfollow the rules
Unfollow the wrath to the stealing
But I'm no Hercules
And this is Herculean
Tomorrow I will just be feeling the pain
I'm no Hercules
And this is Herculean
Tomorrow I will just be feeling the pain
Don't give me what I want
Just give me what I'm needing
I will never know
But perhaps I'll have a feeling
Don't give me what I want
Just give me what I'm needing
I will never know
But perhaps I'll have a feeling
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
You Aint Big
You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Wichita
Gotta get back to Kansas
Or at least southern North Carolina
You ain't big unless you're big in Mississippi
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Topeka
Gotta get back to Kansas
Or at least southern West Virginia
You ain't big if you're little in Texas
Don't know who are who you are unless you made it in Lawrence, Kansas
Wait a minute, Lawrence, Kansas
Doesn't really matter at all
You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Wichita
Gotta get back to Kansas
Except of course back to Lawrence
(You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama)
God forbid, southern Pennsylvania
(You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama)
God forbid, eastern California
(You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama)
God forbid, western New York State
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Wichita
Gotta get back to Kansas
Or at least southern North Carolina
You ain't big unless you're big in Mississippi
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Topeka
Gotta get back to Kansas
Or at least southern West Virginia
You ain't big if you're little in Texas
Don't know who are who you are unless you made it in Lawrence, Kansas
Wait a minute, Lawrence, Kansas
Doesn't really matter at all
You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama
Don't know who you are unless you made it in Wichita
Gotta get back to Kansas
Except of course back to Lawrence
(You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama)
God forbid, southern Pennsylvania
(You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama)
God forbid, eastern California
(You ain't big unless you're big in Alabama)
God forbid, western New York State
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Romantical Man
Sarah Siddons overlooking the motorway
Paddington Green certainly isn't what it used to be
Got a feeling London is calling me
Or could it be that I'm simply trying to run away
I took the veil, I took the veil at Liberty
And bought a scarf, now I'm fully covered ya see
But I don't think I can hide my ecstasy
Thinking of you up on Belsize Park thinking of me
Cause I'm a roman- romantical man
Can't be pedantic (if you gotta look it up, the definition)
Cause I'm a roman- romantical man
Wish I was sarcastic
But I'm feeling it
Like every second
We're all surrounded by shards of glass and not masonry
Perfectly reflecting what we don't want to see
And the classical critics can't stand a melody
I only ask what brought you to the opera firstly
Mother can you hear me, I'm calling you!
Mother can you hear me, I've made it through
But the temperature is rising
The water's high
The forests they are dying
But just for tonight
I'm a roman- romantical man
Tonight the ship will set sail from the sand
Can't be pedantic
If you gotta look it up, the definition
Wish I was sarcastic
But I'm feeling it
Like every second
Sarah Siddons overlooking the motorway...
Paddington Green certainly isn't what it used to be
Got a feeling London is calling me
Or could it be that I'm simply trying to run away
I took the veil, I took the veil at Liberty
And bought a scarf, now I'm fully covered ya see
But I don't think I can hide my ecstasy
Thinking of you up on Belsize Park thinking of me
Cause I'm a roman- romantical man
Can't be pedantic (if you gotta look it up, the definition)
Cause I'm a roman- romantical man
Wish I was sarcastic
But I'm feeling it
Like every second
We're all surrounded by shards of glass and not masonry
Perfectly reflecting what we don't want to see
And the classical critics can't stand a melody
I only ask what brought you to the opera firstly
Mother can you hear me, I'm calling you!
Mother can you hear me, I've made it through
But the temperature is rising
The water's high
The forests they are dying
But just for tonight
I'm a roman- romantical man
Tonight the ship will set sail from the sand
Can't be pedantic
If you gotta look it up, the definition
Wish I was sarcastic
But I'm feeling it
Like every second
Sarah Siddons overlooking the motorway...
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Peaceful Afternoon
Well, it's coming onto thirteen years together, babe
I pray that it's the luck, a lucky, lucky number
And although I know I've brought you joy and happiness, babe
I've also been a fec-, a fecund resource for anger
'Cause it's all a part of the game
Yeah, it's all a part of the symphony
And I pray that your face is the last I see
On a peaceful afternoon
And now that our machine is running at full steam
I pray that nothing shucks a wrench into the matter
But between sex and death and tryin' to keep the kitchen clean
Remember wild roses bloom best in ruins forever after
'Cause it's all a part of the game
Yeah, it's all a part of the symphony
And I pray that your face is the last I see
On a peaceful afternoon
Leaving the living room
Yeah, it's all a part of the game
Yeah, it's all a part of the symphony
And I pray that your face is the last I see
On a peaceful afternoon
And just in case you go before me
Rest assured that of this I can guarantee
That my face, that my face is the last you'll see
On a peaceful afternoon
Leaving the living, living room
I pray that it's the luck, a lucky, lucky number
And although I know I've brought you joy and happiness, babe
I've also been a fec-, a fecund resource for anger
'Cause it's all a part of the game
Yeah, it's all a part of the symphony
And I pray that your face is the last I see
On a peaceful afternoon
And now that our machine is running at full steam
I pray that nothing shucks a wrench into the matter
But between sex and death and tryin' to keep the kitchen clean
Remember wild roses bloom best in ruins forever after
'Cause it's all a part of the game
Yeah, it's all a part of the symphony
And I pray that your face is the last I see
On a peaceful afternoon
Leaving the living room
Yeah, it's all a part of the game
Yeah, it's all a part of the symphony
And I pray that your face is the last I see
On a peaceful afternoon
And just in case you go before me
Rest assured that of this I can guarantee
That my face, that my face is the last you'll see
On a peaceful afternoon
Leaving the living, living room
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Only The People That Love
Only the people that love
May dream
In a world of
A silent scream
Only the people that love
Mean, God of love, mean
'Cause
Love means go on a do it
Love means go ahead and do it
Love means go on and say it
Love means go ahead and say it
Everything
Only the people that love
May cry
In a world of
Eternal goodbye
Everyone else ought to just
Die, God of love, die
'Cause
Love dies go on and do it
Love dies go ahead and do it
Love dies go on and say it
Love dies go ahead and say it
With your eyes
Go on and do it
Go ahead and do it
Go on and say it
Go ahead and say it
Don't be shy
Only the people that love
Only the people that love
Only the people that love
May fly
May fly
May fly
May fly
May fly
May dream
In a world of
A silent scream
Only the people that love
Mean, God of love, mean
'Cause
Love means go on a do it
Love means go ahead and do it
Love means go on and say it
Love means go ahead and say it
Everything
Only the people that love
May cry
In a world of
Eternal goodbye
Everyone else ought to just
Die, God of love, die
'Cause
Love dies go on and do it
Love dies go ahead and do it
Love dies go on and say it
Love dies go ahead and say it
With your eyes
Go on and do it
Go ahead and do it
Go on and say it
Go ahead and say it
Don't be shy
Only the people that love
Only the people that love
Only the people that love
May fly
May fly
May fly
May fly
May fly
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
This One's For The Ladies (THAT LUNGE!)
This one's for the ladies that lunge
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
This one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
And come with me
To the wondrous land
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
Nah nah nah nah...
Oh this one's for the ladies that lunge
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
Yeah baby, this one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
Come with me
To a wondrous place
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
This one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
And come with me
To the wondrous land
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
Nah nah nah nah...
Oh this one's for the ladies that lunge
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
Yeah baby, this one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
Come with me
To a wondrous place
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
My Little You
You were thought of in the dressing room of La Divina
Where your parents spent too much time in front of the mirror
In the Conservatorio Musicale Luigi Cherubini
My little you
Daddy putting on his make-up and wearing black feathers
Mama wading through the river Styx with all the answers
Back and forth between the living and the dead
Lipstick glances you
My little you
Don't let anybody out here
Tell you what you gotta do here
Where your parents spent too much time in front of the mirror
In the Conservatorio Musicale Luigi Cherubini
My little you
Daddy putting on his make-up and wearing black feathers
Mama wading through the river Styx with all the answers
Back and forth between the living and the dead
Lipstick glances you
My little you
Don't let anybody out here
Tell you what you gotta do here
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Early Morning Madness
Early morning madness
Everything is wrong
Early morning sadness
Everything is crap and long
Gotta take a nap later on
Then the early morning longing will be gone
That's the thing just in time
For the chime of the dinner gong
Early morning madness
I'm a perfect man
Early morning sadness
Gotta get some rest I guess
Gotta take some time to be well
Then the early morning longing will dispell
That's the thing just in time
For the ting of the dinner bell
Early morning madness
Early morning sadness
I don't have the senti- sentiment, senti- sentiment, ah
Early morning madness
You're a total bore
Earl morning sadness
Don't wanna ride that ship no more
Sailing at that clip evermore
But the Flying Dutchman's calling me a boy
That's the thing, it's a scare
I can hear the ring trrring trrrring trrrrring... of a flaying funeral snare
Early Morning Madness
Early Morning sadness
I don't have the senti-sentiment, senti- sentiment, ah
Early morning madness
Early morning sadness
Everything is wrong
Early morning sadness
Everything is crap and long
Gotta take a nap later on
Then the early morning longing will be gone
That's the thing just in time
For the chime of the dinner gong
Early morning madness
I'm a perfect man
Early morning sadness
Gotta get some rest I guess
Gotta take some time to be well
Then the early morning longing will dispell
That's the thing just in time
For the ting of the dinner bell
Early morning madness
Early morning sadness
I don't have the senti- sentiment, senti- sentiment, ah
Early morning madness
You're a total bore
Earl morning sadness
Don't wanna ride that ship no more
Sailing at that clip evermore
But the Flying Dutchman's calling me a boy
That's the thing, it's a scare
I can hear the ring trrring trrrring trrrrring... of a flaying funeral snare
Early Morning Madness
Early Morning sadness
I don't have the senti-sentiment, senti- sentiment, ah
Early morning madness
Early morning sadness
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Devils And Angels (Hatred)
This one's for the ladies that lunge
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
This one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
And come with me
To the wondrous land
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
Nah nah nah nah...
Oh this one's for the ladies that lunge
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
Yeah baby, this one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
Come with me
To a wondrous place
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
This one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
And come with me
To the wondrous land
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
Nah nah nah nah...
Oh this one's for the ladies that lunge
Spunge your brow
Clutch your remaining arrows
Remaining arrows
Yeah baby, this one's for the ladies that plunge
Break your vow
Leave your children hanging, dangling
Come with me
To a wondrous place
Where people listen to your plan
And come with me
To a wondrous place
Where no one stares past your face
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
This one's for the ladies
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Alone Time
I need a little alone time
A little dream time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
I need a little be-gone time
A little on-my-own time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
To get you on the Mists of Avalon
To save you from the cliffs of lovers leaping off
And on and off and on and off and on
I need a little alone time
A little dream time
Don't worry, I will be back, baby
I need a little be-gone time
A little on-my-own time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
To get you on the wings of a perfect song
To save you from these stings of having to turn off
And on and off and on and off and on
I need a little alone time
A little dream time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
I need a little be-gone time
A little on-my-own time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
To get you
To get you
To get you
To get you
A little dream time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
I need a little be-gone time
A little on-my-own time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
To get you on the Mists of Avalon
To save you from the cliffs of lovers leaping off
And on and off and on and off and on
I need a little alone time
A little dream time
Don't worry, I will be back, baby
I need a little be-gone time
A little on-my-own time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
To get you on the wings of a perfect song
To save you from these stings of having to turn off
And on and off and on and off and on
I need a little alone time
A little dream time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
I need a little be-gone time
A little on-my-own time
But don't worry, I will be back, baby
To get you
To get you
To get you
To get you
Writer: Rufus Wainwright
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management