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Track: Poses
Artist: Rufus Wainwright
Album: Poses (Expanded Edition)

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Name: Rufus Wainwright
Spotify Genres: singer-songwriter
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American-Canadian singer, songwriter, and composer (born July 22,1973). He has recorded seven albums of original music and numerous tracks on compilations and film soundtracks. He has also written a classical opera and set Shakespeare sonnets to music for a theater piece by Robert Wilson. Born to folk music luminaries [a=Loudon Wainwright III] and [a=Kate McGarrigle], his sister is singer-songwriter [a=Martha Wainwright] and his half-sister is singer-songwriter [a3321339]. He was raised in Canada, and has both US and Canadian citizenship. He fathered a daughter with [a1848518] named Viva Katherine Wainwright Cohen born February 2, 2011. Grandson of [a2243742], and nephew of [a3078428], [a2734903] and [a440846].

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Release: Rufus Wainwright - Poses
Year: 2001
Genres: Rock, Pop
Styles: Pop Rock

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LYRICS

The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
There's never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

The green autumnal parks conducting
And the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
All these poses oh how can you blame me
Life is a game and true love is a trophy

And you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding

Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For the smoke the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
I'm drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue

Once you've fallen from classical virtue
Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you

In the green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Made me a man ah but who cares what that it

And you said watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no well you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding