Esta música é um bocado estranha... mas entranha-se. E conta com um convidado inesperado (se não souberem quem é, também não vos vou dizer).

Between my legs - Rufus Wainwright

You can go out, dancing
And I'll write about you, dancing without you
And I'll shed a tear between my legs.

When you were here, I missed you
Now that you're away, I'm out there without you
And I shed a tear between my legs.

Though we live in the same city,
You live in another state, far away from me and all of my unfaded charms
But when the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle,
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And we quietly will exit as it all is happening

Again I will pray with one thing
Will I walk away from love knowing nothing
Wearing my heart between my legs

But when I know you're naked
Lying on my bed while I'm at the piano
All I can say is I can't fake it

When the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And quietly we'll exit as it all is happening again

'Cause there's a river running underground,
Underneath the town towards the sea,
That only I know all about
On which from this city, we can flee

Um cantor/compositor fantástico.

Going to a town - Rufus Wainwright

I'm going to a town that has already been burned down
I'm going to a place that is 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 got a life to lead America
I got a life to lead

Tell me do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me and not for thinking every thing 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 burned down
I'm so tired of you America

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I got a life to lead America
I 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 burned down