Biografía:
Rufus Wainwright (22 de julio de 1973, Rhinebeck, Nueva York, EE. UU.) es un cantautor canadiense-estadounidense que compone e interpreta en inglés y también en francés.
Hijo de los cantantes de folk Loudon Wainwright III y Kate McGarrigle, y hermano de la también cantante Martha Wainwright. Empezó a tocar el piano con 6 años e hizo giras con su familia a los 13. Su música tiene unas marcadas influencias líricas que van desde la ópera hasta la canción francesa pasando por el musical.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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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