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Agnus dei
Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona nobis pacem Dona nobis pacem Pacem Dona nobis pacem Translation: Lamb of God You who take away the sins of the world Lamb of God You who take away the sins of the world Give us peace Give us peace Peace Give us peace. |
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| 2. |
| 3:43 |
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The mind has so many pictures
Why can't I sleep with my eyes open The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry I'm Trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done I'm only the one you love Am I only the one you love? The Lady Gloom and her hornets circling round Is now before us, the screaming's done without moving One little move and for sure you will be stung I'm singing ""Oh, Jerusalem oh, Jerusalem See what he's picked up in the park"" Let's f**k this awful art party Want you to make love to me and only to me in the dark I'm only the one you love Am I only the one you love? We've traded in our snap shots We're going through the motions Into the view, I'm leaving you Down Conduit Avenue into the early morning Into the early morning The one I love Are you only the one I love? |
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| 3. |
| 6:00 |
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Is true love a trip to Chinatown
Or being held in one's opium gaze Under the peach trees There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant park Or being held in the month of May under the peach trees There I will be, will be until you come and get me Cause I'm so tired of waiting in restaurants reading the critics and comics alone With a waiter with a face made for currency Like a coin in ancient Rome And I really do wish you were here next to me cause I'm going to see James Dean There I will be Under the peach trees with him |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me
And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while 'Til your hair becomes a powdered wig And I become a total bastard Feet that hardly reach the pedal Sewn to a tremendous shadow Ave, ave, history is on my side So complain have no shame And remember that your brother is a boy Though it seems the stakes contain some integrity We all feel it still is based on good old intrigue Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while You may have to use your hips as fodder Still putting your best foot forward Madame didn't stack the cupboard ended up like Mother Hubbard Ave, but hey, history is still a game So complain have no shame and remember that round one has just been played And you are poised for centuries to claim Follow examples from no longer a choice The world be just a ball to pass or gaze upon And one more thing Before we go on again Let's end this maze Keep out the threat of a kid Oh my little, little sister |
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| 5. |
| 3:54 |
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There I was in uniform
Looking at the art teacher I was just a girl then; Never have I loved since then He was not that much older than I was He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum He asked us what our favorite work of art was, But never could I tell him it was him Oh, I wish I could tell him -- Oh, I wish I could have told him I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts I liked the John Singer Sargents He told me he liked Turner And never have I turned since then No, never have I turned to any other man All this having been said, I married an executive company head All this having been done, a Turner - I own one Here I am in this uniformish, pant-suit sort of thing, Thinking of the art teacher I was just a girl then; Never have I loved since then No, never have I loved any other man |
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| 6. |
| 2:31 |
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The drummers and jugglers in Montreal
Don't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals You may ask why I want to torch my home town Partly it's bitterness and hopping 'round and 'round again On Ontario Street looking up Maybe I'll catch him on his way to the show You travel the world and find all the answers Everything operates on the unattainables And then you hear your mother laugh attached to the phone Could have walked around the block 'cause all roads lead to home Say, will you ever ever ever know, Ever ever ever fly away? Will you ever ever ever go, Ever ever ever find a way? |
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| 7. |
| 3:16 |
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I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know what I'm saying I don't know why I'm watching all these white people dancing I don't know where I'm going But i do know that I'm walking Where? I dont know Just away from this love affair I can't say that I'm cruisin' Not that I dont like cruisin' Just that I'm bruisin from you I can't say that I'm waltzin' Not that I don't like waltzing Would rather be waltzin' with you So I guess that I'm going I guess that I am walking Where? I don't know Just away from this love affair |
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| 8. |
| 3:15 |
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Gay Messiah
He will then be reborn from 1970's porn Wearing tube socks with style and such an innocent smile Better pray for your sins, better pray for your sins 'Cause the gay messiah's coming He will fall from the stars, studio 54 And appear on the sand of fire island shore Better pray for your sins, better pray for your sins 'Cause the gay messiahs coming No, it will not be me Rufus the baptist, I be No, I won't be the one baptised 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 'Cause the gay messiah's coming |
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| 9. |
| 4:52 |
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Never thought of Hades
Under the Mississippi But still I've come to sing for him So southern furies Prepare to walk for my harp I have strung, and I will leave with him Relax the cogs of rhyme Over the Memphis sky Turn back the wheels of time Under the Memphis skyline always hated him for the way he looked In the gaslight of the morning Then came hallelujah sounding like Ophelia for me in my room living So kiss me, my darling stay with me till morning Turn back and you will stay Under the Memphis Skyline |
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| 4:14 |
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Waiting for the present, for the present to pass
Waiting for a dream to last You are not my lover, and you never will be 'Cause you've never done anything to hurt me There's a fire in the priory And it's ruining this cocktail party Yesterday I heard they cloned a baby Now can I finally sleep with me? Diving through the rising, through the rising waves of night Keeping a reflection of you in hindsight But in turning back the brackish waters will not reflect you After you have turned the color black of death or something like that There's a fire in the priory And it's ruining this cocktail party Yesterday I heard the plague is coming Once again, to find me There's a fire in the priory And an ogre in the oval office Once again we all will be so broken Now can I finally sleep again? |
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| 11. |
| 4:11 |
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Maybe in you I'll believe
Maybe I'll believe in you The future of my understanding of love Many a time I've before Before I've many a time Knocked a stranger's door Discretion hardly I'm known for Probably has nothing to, nothing at all in the world to do with you Just your lower lip on the floor But baby I gotta get through Crumb by crumb in this big black forest Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you Suddenly I'm not myself Behind the facade is a lonely fountain, here Suddenly you are the one Who opens the gates to this unruly garden Come and let this man adore you 'Cause baby I got to get through Crumb by crumb in this big black forest Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you Suddenly you're not yourself Behind the facade is a lonely angel, still Suddenly I am the one who opens the gates to this now gloomy garden Come and let this man go crumb by crumb in this big black forest You I'll believe, crumb by crumb in this big black forest You I'll believe, crumb by crumb in this big black forest... |
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| 12. |
| 8:56 |
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An old whore's diet
Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning To say I love you Gets me going where I want to Oh, gets me going Oh, gets me going in the morning Hell, either here or Hell will do Either here or Hell will employ you Suicidal assistance An old whore's diet |
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Trackback from :: Angst essen Seele auf :: 2009-05-25 19:16:23
Subject : Rufus Wainwright - Want two
