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Agnus Dei

length: 5:46
producer: Marius de Vries
conductor: Gavyn Wright
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
violin: Sophie Solomon
keyboard: Marius de Vries
cimbalom: Pit Hermans
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright

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.

The One You Love

length: 3:45
producer: Marius de Vries
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
electric guitar: Gerry Leonard and Charlie Sexton
background vocals: Martha Wainwright and Rufus Wainwright
drums (drum set): Levon Helm
bass guitar: Jeff Hill
acoustic guitar & piano: Rufus Wainwright
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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 **** 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?

Peach Trees

producer: Marius de Vries
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
electric guitar: Charlie Sexton and Gerry Leonard
background vocals: Rufus Wainwright and Martha Wainwright
percussion: Roberto Rodriguez
vibraphone: Marius de Vries
drums (drum set): Matt Johnson and Sterling Campbell
bass guitar: Jeff Hill
piano & acoustic guitar: Rufus Wainwright
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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

Little Sister

length: 3:23
producer: Marius de Vries
conductor: Gavyn Wright
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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
Till 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

The Art Teacher

length: 3:52
producer: Marius de Vries
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
recording engineer: Guillaume Bengle and Rod Shearer
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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 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
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

Hometown Waltz

length: 2:34
producer: Rufus Wainwright
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
double bass: Brad Albetta
mixer: Andy Bradfield
violin: Martha Wainwright
background vocals: Lily Lanken, Martha Wainwright, Anna McGarrigle and Kate McGarrigle
accordion: Anna McGarrigle
recorder: Lily Lanken
banjo: Kate McGarrigle
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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 unattainable's
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?

This Love Affair

length: 3:14
producer: Marius de Vries
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
double bass: Troy Rinker, Jr.
mixer: Andy Bradfield
violin: Fiona Murray, Natalie Cenovia Cummins, Christopher Cardona, Antoine Silverman, Maxim Moston, Joan Wasser, Julianne Klopotic and Vivienne Kim
viola: Kathryn Lockwood, Danielle Farina, Alison Gordon and Eric Hammelman
oboe: Alexandra Knoll
cello: Anja Wood, Carlo Pellettieri, Julia Kent and Jane Scarpantoni
clarinet: David Sapadin
bassoon: Daniel Shelly
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
composer: Rufus Wainwright
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 don't know
Just away from this love affair

I can't say that I'm cruisin'
Not that I don't 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

Gay Messiah

length: 3:15
producer: Marius de Vries
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
acoustic guitar: Rufus Wainwright
additional: Teddy Thompson, Martha Wainwright, Rufus Wainwright, Suzzy Roche and Jenni Muldaur
drums (drum set): Matt Johnson
bass guitar: Jeff Hill
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
He will then be reborn
From 1970's porn
Wearing tubesocks 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's shore

Better pray for your sins
Better pray for your sins
'cause the gay messiah's coming

No it will not be me
Rufus the baptist I be
No I won't be the one
Baptized 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

Memphis Skyline

length: 4:52
producer: Marius de Vries
conductor: Gavyn Wright
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
violin: Maxim Moston
guitar family: Gerry Leonard
vibraphone: Marius de Vries
drums (drum set): Sterling Campbell
bass guitar: Jeff Hill
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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

Waiting for a Dream

length: 4:15
producer: Marius de Vries
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
double bass: Troy Rinker, Jr.
mixer: Andy Bradfield
violin: Natalie Cenovia Cummins, Christopher Cardona, Antoine Silverman, Joan Wasser, Julianne Klopotic, Vivienne Kim, Fiona Murray and Maxim Moston
keyboard: Marius de Vries
viola: Eric Hammelman, Alison Gordon, Danielle Farina and Kathryn Lockwood
cello: Jane Scarpantoni, Carlo Pellettieri, Anja Wood and Julia Kent
bass guitar: Jeff Hill
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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?

Crumb by Crumb

length: 4:13
producer: Marius de Vries
conductor: Gavyn Wright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
background vocals: Leona Naess and Rufus Wainwright
Hammond organ: Rob Burger
keyboard: Marius de Vries
oboe: David Theodore
bass guitar: Jeff Hill
mouth harp: Gina Gershon
acoustic guitar & keyboard: Rufus Wainwright
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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 go, 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

Old Whore's Diet

length: 9:10
piano: Rufus Wainwright
vocal: Rufus Wainwright
mixer: Andy Bradfield
violin: Maxim Moston
guest: Anohni
viola: Joan Wasser
cello: Julia Kent
additional: Martha Wainwright, Julianna Raye, Teddy Thompson and Jeff Hill
co-producer: Marius de Vries and Rufus Wainwright
bass guitar: Jeff Hill
banjo & ukulele: Roger Greenawalt
composer: Rufus Wainwright
lyricist: Rufus Wainwright
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

Intro

length: 1:26

L'Absence

14th Street

length: 4:33
You've got my lost brother's soul
My dear mother's eyes
A brown horse's mane
And my uncle's name
You walked me down 14th Street
For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave
In the home of the brave and of the weak

But why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?
Why'd you have to break all my heart?
Couldn't you have saved a minor part?

I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden
Damn you guess I'll have to get a new one

I'd love to sit and watch you drink
With the reins to the world, gripping a smoke
Vaguely missing link
Don't ever change you hungry little bashful hound
I got the sheep, poor little Bo Peep
Has lost and filed for grounds.

But why'd you have to break all my heart
I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river
Wonder if there's hearts that will deliver

Don't ever change, don't ever worry
Because I'm coming back home tomorrow
To 14th Street where I won't hurry
And where I'll learn how to save, not just borrow
And they'll be rainbows and we will finally know

Harvester of Hearts

length: 3:41
If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should like you
Being that I'm only just a person
What would you do?

If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should like me
Being that you're only just a person

It must be
Still I find it hard to get an answer
From the harvester of hearts
Always find it hard to get an answer
From the harvester of hearts
If a person should ever like a person

How funny that would be
If a person should ever like me
Not that I have that much to offer
God knows I have so much to gain
From the harvester of hearts
From the harvester of pain

If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should be free
Free to like whomever that they want to
Even though it ain't me
Not that I have much to offer
God knows I have so much to gain
From the harvester of hearts
From the harvester of pain

Natasha

length: 3:24
You walk alone in the valley of life
In the shadow of love
Under the trees of happiness
You walk alone like a baby unborn
Like a father unknown
Like a pocket penniless

I'm happy that you really care
But do you really know how scary
This is for you and is for me?
Oh do you really know?
Do you really know?

Oh Natasha, all I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha, oh Natasha for you

I sit alone on the cozy ground floor
On a bench by the garden waiting also
Waiting for love
And thinking of all of
The catty remarks I also swallow

And as I've often asked before
Does anybody know how scary
This is for you and is for me
Does anybody know, anybody know

The Art Teacher

length: 3:34
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 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
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

Hallelujah

length: 4:22
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
Its a cold and its a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
Its not a cry you can hear at night
Its not somebody who's seen the light
Its a cold and its a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Matinee Idol

length: 2:58
This is the day
The day of the death
The death of the matinee idol

Still so beautiful as the angels
As the angels came down from high
So sweet and so soft
So charmingly daft
So young was the matinee idol
Lips of crimson, slightly open
As the flash and all fame put to rest

Walk along that wall
No it is not from the academy
Walk along that wall
From this moment on
You'll cease to be the undying love of the public eye

And so goes one more away from the maze
Away for to sit at the table above babel
Far from this world
While standing on the boulevard

Walk along that wall
No it is not from the academy
Walk along that wall
From this moment on
You'll cease to be
But still
Whomever has looked at beauty is marked out already by death
Still so beautiful as the angels
As the angels came down from high


[Thanks to crucifymyself@hotmail.com for these lyrics]

Vibrate

length: 3:17
My phone's on vibrate for you
Electroclash is karaoke to
I tried to dance to Britney Spears
I guess I'm getting on in years

My phone's on vibrate for you
God knows what all these new drugs do
I guess to have no more fears
But still I always end up in tears

My phone's on vibrate for you
But still I never ever feel from you
Pinocchio's now a boy who wants to turn
Back into a toy
So call me, call me in the morning
Call me in the night, so call me
Call me anytime you like
My phone's on vibrate for you, for you

Gay Messiah

length: 4:17
He will then be reborn
From 1970's porn
Wearing tubesocks 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's shore

Better pray for your sins
Better pray for your sins
'cause the gay messiah's coming

No it will not be me
Rufus the baptist I be
No I won't be the one
Baptized 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

Want

length: 5:27
I don't want to make it rain
I just want to make it simple
I don't want to see the light
I just want to see the flashlight
I don't want to know the answers

To any of your questions
I don't want, no I really don't want
To be John Lennon or Leonard Cohen
I just want to be my Dad

With a slight sprinkling of my mother
And work at the family store
And take orders from the counter
I don't want to know the answers
To any of your question

I don't want, no I really don't want
To be John Lithgow or Jane Curtin
But I'll settle for love
Yeah I'll settle for love

Before I reached the gate
I realized I had packed my passport
Before security I realized
I had one more bag left
I just want to know

If something's coming for to get me
Tell me, will you make me sad or happy
And will you settle for love
Will you settle for love

Greek Song

length: 3:52
you who were born with the sun above your shoulders
you turn me on, you turn me on
you have to know
you who were born where the sun she keeps her distance
you turn me on, you turn me on
but so does she

you who were born there where beauty is existence
you turn me on, you turn me on
your body heals my soul
you who were born where you shiver and you shudder
you turn me on
the girl is gone
so come on, let's go

all the pearls of china fade astride a volta
don't sew bee-lines to anybody's hide
save your poison for a lover who is on your side

one way is rome and the other way is mecca
on either side
on either side of our motorbike
one way is home and the other way is papa
on either side
on either side, prepared to strike

all the pearls of china fade astride a volta
don't sew bee-lines to anybody's hide
save your poison for a lover who is on your side


[Thanks to crucifymyself@hotmail.com for these lyrics]

Foolish Love

length: 5:35
I don't want to hold you and feel so helpless
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses
And smile in slow motion
With eyes in love

I twist like a corkscrew
The sweetness rising
I drink from the bottle, weeping
Why won't you last?
Why can't you last

So i will walk without care
Beat my snare
Look like a man who means business
Go to all the poshest places
With their familiar faces
Terminate all signs of weakness
Oh, all for the sake of a foolish love

I will take my coffee black
Never snack
Hang with the wolves who are sheepish
Flow through the veins of town
Always frown
Me and my mistress, the princess
Oh, all for the sake of a foolish love

So the day noah's ark floats down park
My eyes will be simply glazed over
Or better yet
I'll wear shades on sunless days
And when the sun's out, i'll stay in and slumber
Oh, all for the sake of a foolish love
All for the sake of a foolish love

Cause i don't want to hold you and feel so helpless
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses
And smile in slow motion
With eyes in love


[Thanks to crucifymyself@hotmail.com for these lyrics]

I Don't Know What It Is

length: 5:40
I don't know what it is
But you got to do it
I don't know where to go
But you got to be there
I don't know where to fall
But I know that it's comfortable where
I don't know where it is
Putting all of my time in learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere

Want a locket of who made me lose
My perfunctory view of all that is around
And of all that I do
So I knock on the door, take a step that is new

Never been here before
Is there anyone else who's too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
And thinks three's company

Is there anyone else who has slightly mysterious bruises
I don't know what it is
Sick of looking around at friendly faces

All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through
With complaining about what's been done unto us

So I knock on the door
And I am on a train
Going god knows where to
To get me over, to get me over

Get me heaven or hell, Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchison Topeka
But we're chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing

And could be heading for Poland or limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around
I don't know what it is
To get me over

Dinner at Eight

No matter how strong
I'm gonna take you down
With one little stone
I'm gonna break you down
And see what you're worth
What you're really worth to me

Dinner at eight was okay
Before the toast full of gleams
It was great until those old magazines
Got us started up again
Actually it was probably me again

Why is it so
That I've always been the one who must go
That I've always been the one told to flee
When it fact you were the one long ago
Actually in the drifting white snow
You left me

So put up your fists and I'll put up mine
No running away from the scene of the crime
God's chosen a place
Somewhere near the end of the world
Somewhere near the end of our lives

But 'til then no, Daddy, don't be surprised
If I wanna see the tears in your eyes
Then I know it had to be long ago
Actually in the drifting white snow
You loved me

No matter how strong
I'm gonna take you down
With one little stone
I'm gonna break you down
And see what you're worth
What you're really worth to me

Beautiful Child

length: 6:28
When I am older than these small god damned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be still

Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again

When I have finally found my room filled with toys
Be banging on my crib excited by noise

Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again

And when there's nothing to gain
Or bring me pain or pin the blame
On you or myself

And when they finally fall
These wailing walls and burdened crosses
God's twilight's and all

How I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again

Oh What a World

length: 4:13
Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world it seems we live in
Straight men, oh what a world we live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always traveling but not in love

Still I think I'm doing fine
"Life is Beautiful" on the New York Times

Liberty Cabbage

length: 4:56
Sometimes I think You're trying to kill me
with your stars and stripes
and sometimes, sometimes your Liberty Cabbage goes dry
but still your arms are strong
your blood runs furies inside me.
Cities of gold, mountains of purple,
Hot dogs and hamburgers eaten on your laps,
While you sit and watch them kill me with their stars and stripes
while you sit and watch them kill me with their stars and stripes
and sometimes, sometimes your liberty cabbage goes dry
but tears do flow from those eyes blue as the pacific
your table cloths checkered as chessboards
And your smile is wider than the Continental Drift
But why do you,
Why do you sit and let them stone my friends and loved ones?
Sometimes I think you're trying to kill me
with your stars and strips
and sometimes, sometimes I think you might succeed

California

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California, California
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
Big time rollers, part time models
So much to plunder
That I think I'll sleep instead

I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And big nights back east with Rhoda
California please

There's a moment
I've been saving
A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
Up north freezing, little me drooling
'That's Entertainment's' on at eight
Come on Ginger slam
I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand suffers, whiffs of freon
And my new grandma Bea Arthur
Come on over

Ain't it a shame that at the top
Peanut butter and jam they served you
Ain't it a shame that at the top
Still those soft skin boys can bruise you
Yes I fell for a streaker

I don't know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon

Ain't it a shame
That all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions
Ain't it a shame that all the world
Don't got keys to their own ignitions
Life is the longest death in California

California
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead

As in Happy

length: 3:40

Credits

length: 1:35