Biography:
Rufus McGarrigle Wainwright (born 22 July 1973) is a Canadian-American singer and songwriter.
Wainwright was born in Rhinebeck, New York, USA, to folk singers Loudon Wainwright III and Kate McGarrigle (they divorced while he was a child). He began to play the piano at age six, and by age thirteen he was touring with his sister Martha Wainwright, mother Kate, and aunt Anna as the McGarrigle Sisters and Family.
His song I'm A-Runnin', which he performed
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Other songs:
- Another Believer
- Capo 3
- Go Or Go Ahead
- Going To A Town
- Hallelujah
- La Complainte De La Butte
- La Complainte de la butte (Moulin rouge)
- Release The Stars
- Sonnet 29
- 1111
- A Bit Of You
- Across The Universe
- April Fools
- As In Happy
- Beautiful Child
- Betweeen My Legs
- California
- Candles
- Chelsea Hotel No 2
- Chelsea Hotel No2
- Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk
- Crumb By Crumb
- Dinner At Eight
- Everybody Knows
- Foolish Love
- Gay Messiah
- Greek Song
- Harvester Of Hearts
- Hometown Waltz
- I Dont Know What It Is
- I Eat Dinner
- In My Arms
- Instant Pleasure
- Jericho
- Last Cup Of Coffee
- Maker Makes
- Me And Liza
- Not Ready To Love
- Oh What A World
- One Man Guy
- Only A Paper Moon
- Out Of The Game
- Peach Trees
- Perfect Man
- Poses
- Pretty Things
- Rebel Prince
- Respectable Dive
- Rules And Regulations
- Sally Ann
- Sanssouci
- Superman
- The Art Teacher
- The Dream
- The One You Love
- The Sword Of Damocles
- This Love Affair
- Tiergarten
- Vibrate
- Want
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[Verse 1]
Cm
A bit of you's the only drug I must abuse
Cm
A bit of you's the only substance I cannot refuse
G# G
When I walk on Spring
[Verse 2]
Cm
Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Cm
Upon the shelf a bit of you I ask, "They sell?"
G# G
When I walk on Spring
[Chorus]
C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7 Fm
And in fact there is just one other problem
A#m C
You live up in Harlem
[Verse 3]
Cm
Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
Cm
That came après July on the Upper West Side
G# G
Waiting for the fall
[Verse 4]
Cm
When from the Battery on up to your front door
Cm
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
G# G
Would blow up it all
[Chorus]
C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7 Fm
And in fact there is just one other problem
A#m C
I would have spared Harlem
[2nd Chorus]
D#7 G# F A#m D#
Affections sent, straight to Chekhov, say you need me
A#m G# F
Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
A#m C C7 Fm
No, my daddy said so, "Still outside of Moscow."
[Instrumental]
Fm A#m D# C
Fm A#m D# C
[2nd Chorus]
D#7 G# F A#m D#
Affections sent, straight to Chekhov, say you need me
A#m G# F
Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
A#m C C7 Fm
No, my daddy said so, "Still outside of Moscow."
[Verse 5]
Fm
And so the days creep up to my big final show
Fm
And not a word from you, the hours I must blow
A#m C
So I walk and see
[Verse 6]
Fm
Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
Fm
A big old pool of you, zillions I realize
A#m C
And just one of me
[Chorus]
F
Cause there ain't no style
F
No there ain't no style
F
Cause there ain't no style
F7 A#m
And in fact there is just one other problem
D#m F
You've infected Harlem
[Outro]
Fm G# C#
Guess I won't be waiting, several hours
C Fm
Before nightfall for that A train,
C# C F
Just the hiss of the Dune's band playin'.
Cm
A bit of you's the only drug I must abuse
Cm
A bit of you's the only substance I cannot refuse
G# G
When I walk on Spring
[Verse 2]
Cm
Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Cm
Upon the shelf a bit of you I ask, "They sell?"
G# G
When I walk on Spring
[Chorus]
C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7 Fm
And in fact there is just one other problem
A#m C
You live up in Harlem
[Verse 3]
Cm
Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
Cm
That came après July on the Upper West Side
G# G
Waiting for the fall
[Verse 4]
Cm
When from the Battery on up to your front door
Cm
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
G# G
Would blow up it all
[Chorus]
C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7 Fm
And in fact there is just one other problem
A#m C
I would have spared Harlem
[2nd Chorus]
D#7 G# F A#m D#
Affections sent, straight to Chekhov, say you need me
A#m G# F
Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
A#m C C7 Fm
No, my daddy said so, "Still outside of Moscow."
[Instrumental]
Fm A#m D# C
Fm A#m D# C
[2nd Chorus]
D#7 G# F A#m D#
Affections sent, straight to Chekhov, say you need me
A#m G# F
Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
A#m C C7 Fm
No, my daddy said so, "Still outside of Moscow."
[Verse 5]
Fm
And so the days creep up to my big final show
Fm
And not a word from you, the hours I must blow
A#m C
So I walk and see
[Verse 6]
Fm
Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
Fm
A big old pool of you, zillions I realize
A#m C
And just one of me
[Chorus]
F
Cause there ain't no style
F
No there ain't no style
F
Cause there ain't no style
F7 A#m
And in fact there is just one other problem
D#m F
You've infected Harlem
[Outro]
Fm G# C#
Guess I won't be waiting, several hours
C Fm
Before nightfall for that A train,
C# C F
Just the hiss of the Dune's band playin'.
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